"Mmm... yeah... yes... sir."

You botch amidst your words, thrill to behold the most influential and ruthless man in Westeros. He raises his eyebrow then advanced on.

"No need to be high-strung, my adolescent man. I arrive to see if I could take those winnings back."

Now, this did come to surprise you. "But sir. I gained my gold by jousting the best of the best. I need my gold if I'm supposed to make a name for myself in the seven kingdoms."

He smiles. "I admire a man that craves to shape a name for himself. My family name is fear, respected, and loathed by all of the houses. But I restored our dynasty and name from going the way of a Targaryen or a Stark." He takes a pregnant pause. "But I do require the gold."

You ask in bewilderment. "What will I be given in compensation?"

This made the old Lannister smirk in a fiendish. "I have a few alternatives. Why don't you come up to the Hands tower, and we can review what I can supply you with."