He gives the other guy an evaluating look. Neat trick, with magic, and then asking why he wouldn't be wanted around?

"Are you a rifter? Because the easiest answer to that question would come naturally to most people. I'm a mage. We're not exactly the most welcome dinner party guests. Or any sort of guests."

And yet he's wearing staff and robes, and casting without being too worried about it. Anders refuses to be ashamed of what he was born to be. There's a guard up ahead, and Anders waves at him.

"Hey! There's a bear loose in your city. Shouldn't you be seeing to it?"