I myself prefer Varys and Littlefinger. Why ? Because they teach you life. They're two most ordinary people flung into a world filled with arrogant highborne douchebags, people who have control of money, land, armies, even dragons. They teach you the fine art of manipulation and subtlety, and they teach you that your worst option ever is burning your bridges, no matter how much you despise some people or find them annoying/easily mockable. In other words, you have to be a moron to burn your bridges, unless you absolutely know for certain that that particular person will never be of use to you in life anymore.
Funny story that might have some relation to this thread : there used to be this really annoying shitty guy in my old guild back on US realms in Vanilla ( who I've kept in contact with for reasons unclear to me ), and he kept harassing his DPS officer's family because he didn't want to give him loot or prio him for raids ( they used to have home numbers in officer notes, and officer notes were visible to the whole guild, go figure ), the guy went as far as sending him hate mail ( both e and ordinary ), making threatening phonecalls, a really specific case of a moron. Anyway, most of them quit the game at TBC launch, went their separate ways, etc. I spoke to the guy in 2013, and he apparently got a really good job at some web development company.
The DPS officer was his supervisor. He got fired.
Moral of the story : no matter what you do somewhere, be it internet, a online game, or real life, be nice to people you're "friends" with. You never know when they might be of use to you. Oh, and yeah, people tell me I'm making shit up when I tell them this story - it's too weird to make up rofl.
This reminds me of the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.
Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...