You say, Hail, Kalon Corsan' Kalon Corsan glares at you with thinly veiled madness in its eyes. It opens its mouth to hiss and you notice that the creature is missing one of its fangs.
-- after handing Kalon your fang
Kalon Corsan's eyes brighten slightly as you hand it the tooth. With a bone chattering screetch it places the tooth into the mouth and rams it into the gaping socket. He twitches his jaw back and forth for a moment until satisfied with the tooth's placement. Its eyes fall on you and it lunges forward taking your hand. You wince slightly as its claw scratches your arm, leaving a trickle of blood. The creature smears the blood on its finger and uses it to trace a series of runes across your forehead. As the creature steps back with what could pass for a smirk, you hear a quiet voice in your head "Join us . . ."