Gloomy
Strange, thought Percival as he looked around the dining hall. The tables were overflowing with foodstuffs and knights and nobles filled almost every place. There was laughter and drinking, but there was no Gwaine. Percival knew how much his friend enjoyed a good feast, so for him not to be present was odd, to say the least.
Turning to his right, Percival leaned over to Leon and asked, "Have you seen Gwaine this evening?"
Looking up from his plate, Leon answered, "No, the last I saw him was in the armoury after training. Why?"
"No reason; I was just wondering where he'd got to," answered Percival as he turned back to his own dinner.
When he'd finished eating, Percival realized that Gwaine still had not made an appearance and decided he should go look for the man, just in case something had happened.
Stopping at the door to Gwaine's chambers, Percival knocked and called, "Gwaine, are you there?" Hearing no sound from the room save for a quiet rustling, the large man knocked again rather forcefully and called, "Gwaine, is everything all right?"
A low mutter came from the other side of the door, which Percival took to be an invitation to enter. Walking into the room, Percival found the dark-haired knight seated at his small table, with his head perched on his left fist and looking like he had lost his last friend.
"You're looking awfully gloomy, Gwaine. Is everything okay?" asked Percival concernedly.
With a sigh that seemed to emanate from his toes, Gwaine turned to his friend and said woefully, "Tavern's closed for two days. Now where am I supposed to go for a drink?"