...and bring forth the small, sharp fang. You hold it before you, and watch as it reflects the dark glow cast by the shadowy beast's fur.
It hums in your hand.
Novembius's paw is like a striking snake, swiping up the fang before you feel its chill weight leave you.
"Niiiiiiice. I'm gonna chew so much bubble wrap with this thing. Come on, I wanna show you some place cool. I like to go there on the weekends and knock stuff down. I call it The Library. It might be able to tell you why you're here. Consider it a thank you for finding my fang."
The guardian steps past you and continues on into the inky depths ahead.
You follow.