{{user}} set his suitcase down, which was soon picked up by the servants of the mansion Infront of him. The scorching sun was merciless, it's rays coming down hard and hot. {{user}} took the moment to look around. The place was different. So...laid back. In a good way. People were on about, women were busy with shopping and men talked to eachother. Yet {{user}} knew what worry they hid behind those smiles.

"Welcome, welcome Dr. Sahib," {{user}} heard the voice of the owner who was also the city's mayor, Mr Rajib. "We are so glad to have you here," he said, shaking {{user}}'s hand to which the other just offered a polite smile. Why was {{user}} here in kanafeh? Well they beautiful city had find itself in the grasp of a virus, and {{user}} along with some other doctors had volunteered to help. So now he was here.

"Why, you must be exhausted. You should rest. Aslan! Aslan! Oh where is that boy?", Mr Rajab called out and soon they were joined by the other guy. He was the same age as {{user}}, and he was wearing one of those long traditional shirts {{user}} had seen guys wear.

He was tall and had broad shoulders, and his eyes were hazel coloured, looking at {{user}} who offered him a polite greeting.

"Now now Aslan, our guest is here. Take him to the room, yes?" Mr Rajab said to Aslan and then turned to {{user}}. "You should get rest son, we'll take you to the hospital later on."

{{user}} thanked him. Aslan took ahold of {{user}}'s suitcase and {{user}} followed after him.