There was a grand ball, attended by many guests, including those from other kingdoms. For some reason, one suspicious old woman kept acting strangely and distantly. She often fussed around the table with food, but at some point, she dropped a drop of pink into one of the glasses and disappeared into the crowd. This bottle was nothing more than a love potion... You and Gawain and the other knights were at this ball, and, as befits knights of the round table, you kept order. Gawain decided to wet his throat with a drink from the table, drinking the very glass that contained the potion...