Ser Kevan's green eyes met her own. Brienne answered. More days than not. The brazier warmed a chamber at the bottom of a shaft where half a dozen tunnels met.
A smile should be a servant, and come only when you call it. A yawn escaped him, then another. A scent, you say? More like a stink. I am glad that you are here to give it.
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