It was already well into the night when Aegon strolled trough the streets of Flea Bottom. He had visited a few taverns so far, and of course the Streets of Silks.

He was already rather drunk, but still looking for another brothel or some other entertainment of some sort. That’s when he bumped into someone on the street. With a groan, Aegon stumbled a bit, rubbing his shoulder before looking at the person.