Upon stepping off of the ship, Venear would take a deep puff of his pipe, attempting to cure the anxiety that has seeped its way into his mind, he'd prepare to exhale and- hm? Venear would examine the figure before him. Never before in any of his travels had he been approached by some random figure and asked what he intends to do. Venear would release his smoke much more gradually, attempting not to disturb the fellow. While doing so, he'd ponder a moment his reply. "I come for study, I'm a physician, simply browsing the advances that each individual city makes in medicine so that I may bring them back with me and study them further, and help spread such information amongst the general populace," he'd pause for a moment, his wordiness having gotten ahead of him. "The name is Venear, Venear Amlugol," he'd state, extending a hand to greet the fellow before him.
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