[Trusting his nonsense schemes is the first mistake—

Ling considers the approaching monster gecko, sizing up where would be the best to grab.]

Can you get it around the middle? If we can get hold of it, we can take it out into the forest. Let's— oh, never mind.

[Let's get some rope, he nearly says, until he remembers he doesn't have alchemists conveniently on hand. What to do instead, hmm... he lifts the broom.]

I'll provoke it so it doesn't run off the wrong way.