I mean come on, Rajj you're in a warzone...expect your life to be at risk. Abydos, you're in a forest with an animist who despises you, expect to be decomposed. After you realize the worst possible consequences, decide if its worth your time or not. And spare the rest of us the bitching and whining all the time. Its older and more worn out than Dunccan's rusty blades already.
Written by my hand on the 27th of Hindyear, in the year 1170.