Locked in the Stocks is one Smoking Dragon

As you slowly come round again, you quickly discover you can't move. You look to find yourself imprisoned in a set of stocks with your head, hands and feet held fast and, for good measure, shackled together with sinister spiked manacles.

"So you're awake at last, my scaily friend" cackles Dorka.

"W-what do you want with me?" you ask, trying to hide your fear.