Mat nods his head in greeting. It's the best he can do. Even his usual restless tongue is stilled by the current circumstances, no banter or friendly greetings coming to him.

"Dead falls," he explains. "For small game. The little critters running about are the sort these work best for. Rock's propped up by the bones, bait's put into the base of the bone propping it up. Critter takes the bait, knocks over the support, rock falls. Easiest trap in the world."

First trap he ever learned to make, as a small boy hunting in the wilds close to the village.

"Works better than snares, too."