Whirling gusts of rain intenisified the darkness of the summer night on the northern hemisphere of Mimban. Elim nearly stumbled over bits of firewood and the protruding roots of the great fir trees that dominated the area of the forest he was in. After a few minutes of struggling through the deluge, the Fiani stood dripping in front of the door of the nearest shack, visiable only by the lamplight that dotted a small dirt road.
Even with the hood of his black coat pulled up he was still soaked. Evidently his coat wasn't waterproof enough for this planets summer storms.
As soon as he swung open the shacks door he heard a set of loud creaks, which let him know that one or more of the hindges were dangerously close to breaking. Elim paused for a moment to think, but ultimately decided to fix the problem later when it was dramatically less cold and wet outside.
The Fiani carefully placed the medical supplies in his hands on a small wooden table; a piece of hand made furniture. Swiftly after placing down the items he'd been carrying around, he took off his black coat and hung it on a nearby poll.
His shack wasn't much to look at. The building felt cramped to him and only had one table, one desk, one chair, one box-stove, one bed and a few polls to hang items. Some of the polls were covered in his clothing, some in herbs, flowers and other such things. Items he needed to make medicine, concoctions to survive in this area, or help the folk in the nearby town.
Strenching out his tails, and wiggling his fox-like ears, Elim shook his body to expell some of the water caught in his fur, then grabbed and set a match to the fuel in the heater. Reaching below his beds mattress, he drew out a bottle of dark purple liquor. A single glass was produced from another small cache and, presently, beside a crackling fire, he seated himself on a chair in front of his desk.
Elim grabbed one of his datapad journels he'd labelled Mimban, opening it. Writing everything he learned about the planets inhabitants was his nightly ritual, which was the same for every planet he travelled to. Most of what he wrote was knoweldge he could use to care for the people as a physician. Though the Fiani also diligently wrote down everything he observed about their culture, the people he spent time around, their features, personailty traits, their homes, living conditions, new roads he took and other seemingly unimportant details with the conscientiousness that someone might consider peculiar.