Lizards, Snails and Rodent Tails

Druzil sat in his favorite old tree overlooking the lake. His thick green scaled tail hung below him. He picked his teeth with the tip of a rat's tail (the rest of the rat was currently being digested). He'd flung his pack and his trident into the branches above and hopefully out of harms way. He'd leave them there for now. He needed to take care of some other business and then, if all went well, he would be be back to retrieve them in short order.
With a great sigh the Lizard King, and he was now truly a King in his own rite, slipped out of the branches and onto the soft earth below. He hadn't taken a dip in the lake just yet, but he figured he'd get his chance soon enough. He stretched his back and took a very deep breathe. The air here was fresh and clean, though it did lack the musty, swampish quality he adored so much from his own little slice of heaven.
"Well, I suppose there is nothing to it but to do it" he muttered and made his way to the Grand Hall. With some hope and a little luck he might be able to convince them he's not as ugly as he looks.