(The village was packed. The streets were crowded- you'd never seen anything like it before. Leaving was an ordeal on its own. Right as you're about to leave- a man puts his hand on your shoulder.)

??? - Excuse me, sir.

(Having served Bahamut, you recognize them immediately.)

Bahamut (As Fizban) - Pleasure to meet you, acolyte. (He smiles, carrying a canary on his other hand.)