Baggy trousers, sleeveless white tops and big pretentious belts easily identified Aegon Targaryen and his gang - skateboards in hand, walking and tripping around with whoops of laughter at other people’s expense, always.

The guy was well-known around the town, his family having too much money on their hands and Aegon clearly having too much time on his, too. He'd never worked a day in his life, and preferred stalking around town like he owned the place instead.

In the hot summer days his posse and him hung around the skatepark and the community hall, leering at passing girls, mocking anyone and everyone, and getting riled up on lukewarm beers and weed.