Front Gate
Ratman looks at the fang. "Unusual. Usually my opponents don't give me anything to remember them by. It'll make a great knife." He's wearing leather gloves, they should protect his hands from the worst of the cold, although not for long. He takes the fang. "I didn't catch your name."
A Library
Tethrik, the rebellious demon, a ogre-sized four-armed green-skinned creature ducks through the doorway and begins to look around for somewhere he can hold a conversation in private.