On a tropical swamp beach(The Grey Knight)

(A more morally ambiguous route)

Light woke up wet, and with a warm something or somethings pressed into him. As the fog cleared from his mind, he saw what had happened. A man with white skin in some sort of purple suite, another in black and grey. An explosion. Light making choices about his new body. Looking at his side, he sees two of his new companions, and a third unwanted guest. He uses his magic to **** this Acatl to go away, and that Itotia was a figment of his imagination. When Acatl left, Light notices a blue bird shaped mark on the small of the dragon priest's back. Using newly gained telepathy to check on his two new charges, he found it was this Itotia and Inopttrah.

After finding clothes for his human form and suitable supplies for his dependents, Light waited on these women to wake up. While curious what that smith wanted with his supposed shell, he was more planning what he needed to do to spread a faith, as he never viewed himself as charismatic. Light would start with building a shelter here, as it seemed as good as any for a base of operations. As he was about to start with blueprints for the base, the women awoke.

The one in only a chest wrap and loincloth, who he mentally read as this Itotia, was surprised she didn't feel violated, or covered in something sticky. The other one, dressed in a cloth toga of some sort, knew she was here to help you, a new greater dragon and maybe more. Inopttrah got to her feet and helped her new sister to get to hers. "Greetings, new leader. How do you want your Swallows to help you?" asked the seer, her Sight giving her the name of the sisterhood to come. "Swallows, huh?," Light asked, "I have some plans for a shelter for us to stay in while we get a plan together to make ourselves safe here. If I gather the supplies for you both to build, do you think you could make it?"

Itotia responds, "Yes, great dragon lord. I am of the artisan caste. This other woman appears to be able to be my assistant for crafting whatever you need." Light nods and flies off, leaving both of the women with the designs and cooked food. A few hours later, a young man with brown hair and a well-toned body wearing a blue cloth shirt and pants a with extra pockets on sides comes into the clearing. "Master!" Inopttrah cried out, "What a wonderful form for you to take to find out what the non-dragon castes think." "Inopttrah, what are you talking about?," asks Itotia, "This is a Scaleing or human, not a dragon lord. Greetings, we serve the dragon lord Light. How can we help you?"

Light chuckled and shifted back to his true form. "Here are the supplies for our home for now. We must come up with a way to identify each other, if what my fragmented recollection of the general history of the continent is to be believed." They got to work building the shelter, with Light relieving certain "tension" during the afternoon heat for Itotia. The hut had 3 rooms, and plenty of space for them to begin planning how to infiltrate the nearest territory and establish Light as the leader.