Percival wasn't one who went to the tavern often. The times he did go were either because his friends made him go, or to bring a drunk Gwaine back to the castle, which happened more often than naught. It's not that he didn't like going to tavern and drinking ale or mead, it just wasn't in his nature.

So it was a shock for Gwaine to find his friend there before he had even made it down there. He could notice something was off about Percival, he was at the tavern for one, and he seemed to have been there for awhile now. He couldn't put his finger on it. He tried to remember all that he knew about his Percival, which wasn't much. He knew his family had died almost a year ago at the had of Morgana's immortal army. Other than that, he knew very little. But by the way that his friend was drinking, he was trying to drown something out.

"Percy." Gwaine smiled as he sat down next to his friend. Percival looked rough to him. "Tankard of ale." He motioned to the tavern maid, who set a glass down for him promptly.

"Don't call me that." He gave Gwaine a look. He hated when the knights called him that, and Gwaine started them on that. "It's not my name and you know that. I'm not going to tell you again." He took another sip from his third tankard of mead.

Gwaine laughed at his friend. That was the only reason he called Percival that was to annoy him. "Yeah sure," He shook his head, he was never going to stop calling him that.

"I mean it Gwaine. Stop it or else." Percival growled. He wasn't having any of this funny business Gwaine was trying to pull on him today. He normally tolerated it but today was hard enough for him and he didn't need the shaggy haired knight making it any worse.

"Or what Percy?" Gwaine started to taunted the larger knight. "You couldn't hurt a fly, even if you tried Percy."

Percival released his anger on his friend. He pushed Gwaine to the floor and started to punch him. "I told you to stop calling me that. My name is Percival, and if you call me that again, I will do more than just hit you."

Gwaine got up off the floor wiping the blood from his nose, which was broken. "What has gotten into you?" He gave his friend a funny look sitting back down by him.

Percival sighed calming himself down. "It's none of your business Gwaine. Don't worry about it." He finished off his drink and motioned for another.

Gwaine was quite worried by now, especially with his behavior and his pervious moment of extreme anger. "How much mead have you had tonight?" He needed to find out what was bothering his friend and how to help him.

Percival just stared at his drink. Not enough to forget. He thought simply to himself. But he couldn't tell Gwaine that, he would only want more answers and he didn't want to talk about them. At least not to this man who didn't really know what it was like to lose everything in the blink of an eye, who didn't know what it felt like to have your family ripped from your grasps. "Four." He murmured still looking at his drink.

"Four?" Gwaine asked in surprise, he need at least six to get drunk. Percival had to be lying. He had to have more than just four tankards of mead. "You're not a very good liar Percival. Tell me the truth how much alcohol have you had today."

Gwaine remembered something, this was the day that Arthur had unofficially knight them, just a year ago. Percival had shown up with Lancelot and saved their lives from immortal army. HE had an inkling as to what was wring with his friend.