Magnus Datari

It's the prime of 1899, Sunday. Most folk are in the local church, thanking God for the rain on their crops. Meanwhile, someone amongst them has work to do. Magnus Datari. A notable name in the town. Apparently everyone considered him some Russian commie traitor. *He was walking down the street after the aforementioned bad storm when he notices a small bird stuck in the mud with an injured wing. *He leans down and picks the bird up, inspecting it. Curious thing, aren't you Птичка?