Starter for @accipio
Anders has a clinic now. Or the start of one, anyway. He's eked out a little inner circle of poor, paranoid sorts who seem the type to both need healing and a sense of secrecy. It's no guarantee that they'll keep the rumors of his clinic only to close confidants but unlike Kirkwall, Spirale is safe for mages. Safe for Anders, he wants to believe, but that status isn't so easily won.
He operates out of his own apartment on the days that his roommate is out. He has something of a receptionist who fields his calls and only gives out his number as necessary; most of the time, she just gives them his address and hours for the day.
Today has been especially taxing. Out of spells for the day already, he briefly toyed with the idea of closing up early. But he still has medical knowledge to offer, something to at least tide his patients over until he sleeps and can use magic once more.
At the sound of a knock, he doesn't peel himself off of his small, worn armchair. He needs all the extra rest he can get.
"Come in, it's unlocked!"