
Eventually we got out of the pub, full of Dutch courage and with the clear intent of bringing a dragon in alive. Sadly I spazzed it up and the bastard lizard took off just as the net deployed, which led to an entertaining five minutes climbing up a cliff to forage the spiders' webs and ivy which would be needed to fashion a replacement trap. All was eventually well, and the Kut-Ku was safely pwnt and brought back in good order by nine PM.
Congratulations to all involved!