Rincewind the Wiz(z)ard

You remind me of someone I knew once. The youngest son of the richest family in Westeros. But a black sheep in a way. A dwarf of all things who thought he was a clever, clever man. He was a bit of a drunkard, like yourself. And he underestimated me, also like yourself. He tried to make a pawn of me in a little game of his. And wouldn't you know? He found he was not as clever as me in the end.