No, exile him

You look over the defeated Shogun. You don't want to kill him, but if you allow him to remain in the city he will almost certainly attempt to retake power. Reluctantly, you prepare to bring down your sword, before remembering the other option: casting him out from the city and leaving him alone but alive.

You beckon two of the guards forward, and tell them to take the ex-warlord away. You deliberately don't use the Shogun title he assigned to himself, which goes unremarked upon as the two drakes manhandle (or should that be womanhandle, since they're both female?) him out of the village, dropping him on the stone track just outside the village boundary. He rises and starts to stumble away, blood still leaking down his face, utterly beaten and ashamed. You don't know what he plans to do, but you don't really care - he's not going to pose a threat, and you didn't have to kill him either.

The cheering rises as the warlord makes his exit, and then several drakes sweep out of the crowd: a green-scaled one in fine clothes (well, fine for the tech level - it's just slightly less scratchy-looking), a athletic-looking black-scaled one in hide armour, another green-scaled one, this one indistinguishable from the mass of villagers except for a certain confidence in their stance, a yellow-scaled one with pottery clay still clinging to their fingers, and a blue-scaled one in shamanistic robes.

All five bow before you, and then the middle one, the plain one, addresses you.

"Welcome, my emperor. We are those who are currently heir to the roles of your advisors. Please, allow us into the fort, that we may properly introduce ourselves."

You think for a moment on what to say, before finally deciding. "Follow me, you may enter the fort." You say, and then turn and head inside yourself. They follow you, though the military-looking one pauses for a moment, picks up the Shogun's short sword, and then trails after you, clearly intending to formally hand the blade over.

Inside the fort, all is quiet and cool. There are a few servants bustling about, including a handful making tea as fast as ritual will allow. You hand your sword over to one who doesn't seem especially busy, and then sit down on the throne.

Your advisors sit down on the mats spread across the floor, and you make a sweeping gesture to them. "Introduce yourselves, please." You say, and the rich one clears their throat...