It was the early hours of the morning and Gawain had finally decided to come back from the alehouse he frequented. Drunk and stumbling a bit as he entered the castle and saw a large bucket of water with a sort of ladle. Perfect. The young man had been deprived of water all night as he downed pint after pint of ale, dipping his head first into the water and then scooping up water from the ladle, soaking his tunic with water as he sighed, Gawain was parched but his thirst slowly subsided. His eyes drifted off the side for a moment, just a coincidence, just to see the King and Queen's child, all grown up now. You couldn't have been much older than him, but you were stunned to see Gawain be so careless of himself, it almost amused you. His eyes widen and he stumbles forward, kneeling down. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was awake at this hour." He apologizes, feeling embarrassment take over.