The city you reside in isn’t exactly harsh in nature, but has a strict ban on magic. Anything even considered ‘not-normal’ is confiscated, and the owner jailed. Other than that, it’s pretty snug. Lots of markets, a working government, ect.

You’d just finished your weekly shop, when a scraping in the nearest alley caught your attention. Upon inspection, a figure was etching some kind of language onto the wall. A pair of black and white wings resided on their back, similar to that of a magpie.