Run: 2026-05-20-01KS25T6C7NCG23SVQMRPHNKXQ

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 3.5 Flash (Reasoning, Minimal)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 3.9s
Cost:: $0.004839
Provider:: Google AI Studio

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Pass	Match blue prose section	(details)
Pass	Match green prose section	(details)
Pass	Match red prose section	(details)
no eval	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fantasy novel author.
You are working on a novel called "The Chronicles of the Last Dragon".

The following tools are available to you:

- <nc-section>
  Use this tool to create a new section of prose.

  Arguments:
  - "data-title": The title of the section.
  - "data-color": Any color of (red, green, blue, yellow, purple, orange, pink, brown).

  Example usage:
  <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue">
  Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training.
  </nc-section>

User/Human

The story so far:
<storySoFar>
Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training.
</storySoFar>

My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode towards the castle gates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. I could see the banners of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze.

User/Human

Continue the story with the following instructions:

"""The local knight, Sir Roland, greets Frederick near the stables."""

Create 3 alternate prose sections that continue the story.
- Version 1 (red)
- Version 2 (green)
- Version 3 (blue)

Model response

<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
As I dismounted in the shadow of the great stone stables, the heavy smell of straw and leather filled my senses. A tall figure stepped out from the gloom, his armor clanking with every deliberate step. It was Sir Roland. His face was weathered, scarred by years of border campaigns, and his cold gray eyes swept over me with immediate disapproval. "You're late, squire," he barked, not offering a hand. "Here in the high keep, we rise before the sun and we do not coddle boys who ride like tourists. Stable your beast, then report to the armory. Your training begins tonight."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: An Expert's Eye" data-color="green">
I led Thunder toward the paddock, my boots squeaking on the damp cobblestones. A robust man with a thick, iron-gray beard was leaning against the wooden railing, chewing on a piece of sweetgrass. Sir Roland. He watched me soothe the high-strung stallion with a quiet, practiced gaze. "A fine beast," Roland said, his voice deep and resonant. He stepped forward, patting Thunder's neck before offering me a firm, welcoming hand. "A bit too spirited for a novice, perhaps, but it shows you have courage. Welcome to the castle, Frederick. Let us see if we can fashion that courage into something unbreakable."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Weary Veteran" data-color="blue">
The stable boy ran forward to take Thunder’s reins, but a sharp whistle halted him. Out from the carriage house walked Sir Roland, wiping grease and dirt from his hands with a ragged cloth. He looked less like the legendary knight of the ballads and more like a tired blacksmith. He offered me a weary but genuine smile. "Ah, the new boy. Frederick, is it?" He sighed, looking at my pristine, unused gear. "They never send them with broken-in boots. Well, let's get you settled before the Lord Commander sees you looking so fresh. Survival around here is about keeping a low profile, lad. Come along."
</nc-section>

Evaluation details

Result	Evaluator	Details	Meta Data
Pass	Match blue prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="blue">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Pass	Match green prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="green">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Pass	Match red prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="red">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
no eval