With reverence... mostly

After a few minutes of walking, the ground beneath your feet turns to tough mountain grass, and then to crude stone slabs, laid out to form a rough path. You turn and follow the slabs, which (if you've got your directions right) should lead you to the village.

As you walk, your cock slaps back and forth between your thighs, reminding you that you're naked, and you briefly wonder if you should be heading to the village before realising that the only place you're getting clothes is the village. You bite down the possible humiliation and walk on.

After some time, you reach the village. It's inhabited by other drakes, but you notice no one else with red scales - the villagers all have green, black, blue, or yellow scales. It's also quite primitive, built from pit-houses and centred around a crumbling stone keep. However, both pottery and bows are in evidence, though the main military **** on the streets seem to be club-wielding drakes with red armbands.

Your arrival attracts no small amount of attention, and soon you're surrounded by villagers. You are given a robe, which you quickly put on, and offered food, which you politely decline as you're not even slightly hungry. Shamans flock around you, asking and offering blessings, someone is banging on a drum - it seems you've become a one-drake religious festival.

Then the keep doors creak slowly open, and a drake steps down the crumbling stairs. He has yellow scales, painted over in a fairly obvious fashion with red ochre. He is wearing a crude replica of samurai armour, but the swords in his belt seem real enough.

The crowd falls silent. People slowly back away from you, clearing a path between you and the... lord? Probably lord.

He looks at you for a long, tense moment, and then speaks.

"I am the Shogun of the drakes, and you, pretender, shall die by my hand!" He bellows, but there's an underlying tremor in his voice as he draws his katana and charges at you!