I'm a guymelef-[Wait, noone in this place has sensible martial technology] - I fly war machines. I had to learn a lot about forces and moving parts before they let me take one out in the air.

[He perches on the corner of the desk and carefully presses the bars on his device apart. It's an ugly, inelegant thing, obviously cobbled together out of anything he could find, including some bed springs for the mechanism. A wire stretches across the gap between the two bars to trigger the trap]

Don't touch that wire or you'll break your arm. What you need to do is tie this to a tree at head height for whatever you're catching and stick some food on the trap. The animal will try to bite the food, its head will push the wire and the trap'll break its neck.

[He reaches under and pulls out another wire, breaking the trap and disarming it]

You ought to tie to a tree and jab it with a stick first. I had to make so with what I could find and it might fall apart.