I don't know since when, Gwent smells strange.

Smell. . . I'm not familiar with it.

Smell. . . I never smelled it.

Smell. . . SB. 's.

Smell. . . Another man.

Man or woman. Actually, I'm not quite sure, but my gut tells me it must be a man's smell, because I have a faint smell of predators that most women wouldn't have had if it weren't for invasive species. I felt more confident when Gwent leaned over to pick up the coffee cup on the table while I sat not far away and I could even smell a man.

"I will leave soon, and I may come...