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"It's been quiet around the clinic lately," Anders lifted his voice just enough to be sure it might be heard over the Hanged Man's usual racket, "and I still owe Varric from our last round of Wicked Grace..." he smiled, offered a side glance before draining the last of his drink.

"I'm guessing I have you to thank."

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    Another day, another...something. There was a time that     the clinic had been a safe space. Coin flowed into the right     pockets and, coincidentally of course, the right lips remained     sealed. Maybe not so much now. As it turned out, you didn't     just elbow up with the Champion of fucking Kirkwall and     remain unnoticed.

    Not that he would complain. Her presence was a spark,     something interesting and (much as he hated to admit it)     exciting. Much more so than today had been, anyway.     Ointments had been doled out and salves applied, a     steady trickle of folk who were dressed far too well     taking him up on skill that had somehow become     well-known. He wasn't sure how that part made him     feel, but coin was coin and lips tightened in regards     to someone who could offer assitance. And it was     good work he did, helping those who could find it no     other way. Feeding the forgotten with the coin of the     embarrassed, things could have been worse. Still, a     smile had to tug at his lips when Hawke made her     presence known. He didn't have to look up from his     pestle to recognize her step or the small noise of announcement.

                   "Ready to stir up some trouble, then?"