A lonely existence one must lead on that isle.
Friends are fare-weather at best and no one can really be trusted.
A newcomer to that land is nothing more than a mere rat in a python pit, awaiting the time that they would be consumed. It must have been with deep skepticism that the hill people, nestled in their faraway caves, must have viewed the rest of Dereth. Rumor has it that they were born in the very caves they live in today. Where most of the population of Dereth concerns itself with riches and prestige, these hill people eke out a meager existence with mere survival being their only priority. So it is no surprise that ignoble warriors, upon finding a hill person alone, had no pretense in striking them down and its no great surprise that the hill people would one day seek retribution for the killing of their women and young.