Brienne blinks thoughtfully at the words and looks into the magic man's face. That is a voice of experience. "...Thank you." Because she can't think of what else to say to such a thing. She hopes. God does she hope.
"I mean, I'm not one to strive for accolades. For what are those truly?"
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"I mean, I'm not one to strive for accolades. For what are those truly?"