It was always funny how cautious Theo always seemed to be, even confined safely in the walls of the City. The entire space was in its own little pocket of the universe, a literal middle-of-nowhere if there ever was such a thing. But still he had magic protection over his own home as well, a three story building that was crumbling on the outside and was very much liable to collapse in the next gentle breeze. But still he lived there and worked out of it, and anyone who needed his help just had to deal with the sloppy exterior.
The remainder of the city was beautiful in comparison, filled with Gothic-style architecture and modern buildings alike. It worked in a strange way, just like the people that filled them. There was a gargoyle on almost every street corner, every lamp was lit with gas. It was almost a pity how few could actually see the beauty of the area, but whatever. Everyone that could seemed to enjoy it, at least.
The warlock sure didn't seem to mind much though as he walked into his home through an equally broken down door. The inside was much homier and cozy than the outside, filled to the brim with antiques and other various objects taken from his travels. The most interesting things were saved for the third floor though, the first completely medical, the second business and guests, the third Theo's personal space.
Now was no time to admire his collection though, not when there were patients to attend to and business to discuss. At the very least, he was occupied. He was quick to shrug off his coat and head to the back room where the few patients he currently had resided, humming some unrecognizable tune the entire way. Having this job, he rarely got out much, but at least the others he assisted could tell him whatever gossip and important events he'd missed. Hopefully, someone he had now would be that helpful.