Having seen what they were facing against... well, sitting down and actually planning through the process likely needed to capture and contain the Scalvbeast had been more than a little exhausting. The biggest issue wasn't even the fact that the thing was damn massive - it was that it could fly. He'd looked through countless traps for sale trying to find some sort of inspiration, perhaps even a provider, but the best and most reliable traps for collecting larger animals seemed to be some manner of snares, which of course wouldn't work on a creature able to simply fly back out of them again... and for flying animals, the only solution seemed to be cages or bags. The former could never be hidden in a way that would make the creature unwittingly enter them. The latter could be shredded apart in seconds, given the creature's thick claws and powerful legs. Ordinarily, he'd consider it outright foolish to plan based on the prediction that the creature would be already severely weakened, but even a giant iron cage would not have stood against such a monster. The best they could hope to do was to slow it down and severely weaken it with traps... and then, at the end, tie it up.
Hiring a large flattened cart and two halfrein for a few days took care of transportation. He doubted horses could have handled the strain and the terrain combined. Huge volumes of rope, of the best quality and in the highest quantity that he could find, spooled over its surface to anchor the creature during the return from its home. He'd considered bolas - or rather, the merchant had also attempted to sell him bolas, seeing that he was after such a large and dangerous beast - but he'd turned them down swiftly. He didn't know how to wield them, and he'd have to run on the assumption that neither of the other two did either. The last item, he'd taken with great reluctance... but at the end of the trial, this was a feral beast. It wouldn't hesitate to turn around and kill him, Alyssia or Tio. Taking it alive was the only outcome that he'd accept, but they'd never extract it unharmed. "They'll do the job," the hunter grinned as Nir'wei struggled to lift the heavy steel bear trap. "Whatever you're trying to catch... they'll do the job." He paid for four. All they needed was one to hit, at best two. He almost chose to go with six instead, just to be on the safe side, but they were no cheap things, and he'd already expended such a large amount of funds in this attempt... which he was growing less and less confident would amount to success.
At the Lemon Messy, he showed off his purchases. "I tried," he muttered, dejectedly. "I tried to find something, but... Karem above, you saw that thing. It can't be contained in a conventional trap the likes we know, or I can make." There was a reason that none others had even dared to try and take the thing at all, let alone alive. "The bear traps and the lure will slow it down and exhaust it. The rest will be down to us... and the ropes will need to be applied while it's completely exhausted, or unconscious." It was a weak plan, all things considered - he realised that now, trying to actually come up with a suitable execution. It might even take a number of days to wear it down properly; however of course there was always the option of an extended siege. They had all the tools needed to keep it from going out and collecting more food, or flush it out of its home now that they knew where it was. It would require improvisation of the highest caliber.
Nir'wei gave them a ride on the back of the cart, following Tio and Alyssia's directions to their so-called camping grounds, where he immediately took hold of the hafrein once more and led them back the way they'd come a suitable distance of about two breaks. If anything happened to either of them, he doubted just one would have the strength to bring back the beast, and everything they'd done would be likely for nought. While he'd originally planned on using the cart as the stage for their trap, the chances of getting a creature with such powerful scent to willingly climb aboard a wagon of all things, likely reeking of human scent... he worried the creature would never fall for such an obvious gambit, and even if it did, there was no chance that its struggles would allow the thing to remain intact. "We'll have to subdue it... and then herd it aboard afterwards." That could prove even more dangerous than the capture, undoubtedly. "It was either that, or spend thousands of nel constructing a giant steel cage over the top of it. It'll take longer this way, but... I think it's our only option." The wagon was left a short distance from the hafrein, detached of course and hidden away.
The four bear traps each came with multiple chains and spiked steel nails to drive deep into the earth. He sunk the first into the ground near to the camping grounds, but hopefully not close enough that the creature would land on it before consuming the tainted meat - with luck, they'd be able to lure it nearby with displaced noises or scents. The second trap was set not a short distance from the first, in the hopes that they could potentially catch it twice over. The third and fourth were set on the other side of the camping ground in much the same fashion. Each one was set as the hunter he'd bought them from had advised - partially underground. Grey, Cold and Myrth got to work digging decently-sized holes for the set traps to be lowered into, followed by the anchoring spikes, three of them, being hammered into the soil as deep as they would go. When the soil was drawn back around the traps and a thin sprinkling over the mechanism, the disturbed soil was evened out by a little more scattering of vegetation... but only the tips of the metal teeth stuck out anyway, and this thing was supposed to rely on scent, not sight. "Alright." If we get it caught twice, it should be good enough. Doesn't matter if it's two traps on opposite sides of the campgrounds, doesn't matter if we lead him all the way back around... we need his legs injured, broken, and in pain so he doesn't turn them on us or the cart."
Huge coils of rope sat under the cover of the bushes that Nir'wei eventually came to crouch in. He had a sword at his waist and a longbow at his back, his Storm Quiver looped around the back of his waist and jutting out to one side with a full set of lightning-infused arrows. Those weren't the weapons he was really planning on relying on, of course. Grey, Cold, Myrth, Squeak and Vabina sat silently around him, invisible. Cyshe hovered on one shoulder and Archailist on the other. Sage was... somewhere. He didn't know where the creepy little critter went to when he vanished from this world, but he had no intention of finding out. Last, of course, was Traveller... the Scalv Sohr Khal that clung to the rocks high above them all, around the other side of the mountain. His light saddle was strapped to its back, though he hoped he wouldn't have to use it. Traveller was... well. In situations like these, he tended to become less-than-helpful, put kindly.