Run: 2026-09-01-01M1ENXW10P47P9SKJHATCFNMJ

Run Details

Model:: Grok 4.6 (Reasoning, High)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 28.7s
Cost:: $0.008778
Provider:: xAI

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 Formal Greeting" data-color="red">
Frederick reined in Thunder just outside the stables as the last light faded. Sir Roland stood waiting in polished plate, helm tucked under one arm. He gave a curt nod. “Squire Frederick. I am Sir Roland, master of arms here. Your horse will be seen to. Report to the yard at first bell. We do not suffer lateness.”
</nc-section>
<nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Hearty Welcome" data-color="green">
Thunder’s hooves clattered to a halt beside the stable doors. Sir Roland, cloak thrown back and a broad grin on his weathered face, strode forward and seized Frederick’s forearm in a warrior’s clasp. “There you are at last, lad! I’ve been watching the road. Come, let’s get this fine stallion rubbed down and then I’ll show you where the kitchen keeps the good ale. Training can wait until morning.”
</nc-section>
<nc-section data-title="Version 3: Shadows at the Stables" data-color="blue">
The stables loomed in twilight as Frederick dismounted. From the deeper dark between the stalls Sir Roland appeared, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. His voice was low. “Frederick. The banners you saw are only cloth. What waits beyond these walls is older. Stable your horse, then walk with me. There are things you must hear before dawn.”
</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