The shop keeper is sitting behind the counter, enjoying the peace of the countryside. The fan is on its low setting. No one has really stepped in for a purchase in over an hour so he's lazily skimming through a magazine. Then the familiar jingle of the door sounds as a blond kid enters with a bounce in his step.
Oh this should be good. It's the city boys again. What do they want this time? Twenty more potions? He chuckles to himself, these guys can't handle the country even if they tried.
Either way, money is money. He closes the magazine and puts on his friendly face as readies his usual line.
"Hey! What can I get ya?"
The blond smiles, but instead of replying, he turns around behind him.
"Hurry up Noct!"
"I don't see you helping!" sounded a second voice.
"Easy now boys, the sooner we get this to the shop keeper the sooner we can get paid." Said a third voice, significantly older than the first two.
Before the shopkeeper could get a word in, the blonde runs to the door and reaches for something.
"Yeah, and the sooner we can hear our baby roar again."
"No thanks to you. How did you even get it to-"
"I'm telling you it was an accident!"
"And I'm telling you to move!"
As this conversation is going back and forth over the door jingle that's just going nuts at this point, the shop keep was getting a little irritated.
"What is going on-GOOD GOD!" his eyes widened when he saw just what they were carrying into the shop. The very thing they were bickering in the other boy's arms was none other than the disembodied horn of the Behemoth that was terrorizing the area. Deadeye's horn.
W-wait, wouldn't that mean… "Huh?"
The boy with the darker hair was able to heft it to the front of the counter before letting it go with a huff. Things on the wall and in the display rattled with the horn's weight. With that proud smirk he had on his face he would have assumed he got lucky with the mechanic's daughter or something.
He leans on the broken horn, which has a good foot and a half over him in height. He looks right at the clerk. "I believe there's a certain bounty we're entitled to. Is this were we come to cash it in?" The clerk could only nod, mouth still agape.
"YEAH! HEY CINDY! " The blonde runs out of the store with fists in the air.
"Prompto! Good grief that child…." The spectacle man shook his head.
"Heh, let's go. We've got an Archaen to catch." The big muscle man patted their youngest party member. The boy smiled as he turned toward the two.
"Uh huh! And dinner is on me!"
The two men follow the boy towards the exit. The big guy scratches his chin. "If this means a five star restaurant, it's about time."
"Why? What's wrong with my tender roast stew?"
"I love ya Iggy, but nothing but soup and Ebony coffee for the past week and a half gets old pretty quick."
The other makes a face, but quickly deflates. "Oh all right."
"Whoo hoo!"
As they head towards the Regalia, the shop owner looks at their receding form with disbelief.
"These guys, they actually went and tackled the thing? I was only joking. Who in their right mind would go up against a fucking Behemoth?! Who are these guys?"
He looks at the discarded horn in the middle of the shop.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?"