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There was a lingering smell of vintage wine. A sour smell. Graicus was slightly reminded of the smell of cork and wood of the wineries at home on the gold coast. Little memories which he looked at with different eyes now. There were shades to these smells he had never noticed before. A richness he had never discovered.

His nose had gotten so much more powerful.

The gladiator grumbled. He would use these 'gifts' for now... Afterwards. He'd do everything in his power to be normal again. After death he wanted to go to Aetherius, not be stuck in the Hunting Grounds forever along with Hircine's other freaks.