You stood at a crossroads, faced with Gaude's heartfelt plea for your loyalty. Would you pledge to keep her confidence, entwining your fate with hers, or would you choose a path of caution, mindful of the dangers lurking in every whispered secret? As the weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a rustle among the bushes caught your attention. Emerging from the shadows was Roscelin, the court minstrel known for his skillful manipulation of melodies that stirred hearts and souls alike. He regarded you both with a knowing smile, as if he had been privy to your conversation all along.