"I've started to find plants from home here which leads me to think this place draws on our worlds and experiences for it's horrors and setting. It's something demons do back home." Which again made Hawke think that there was something conscious in control of this. It was frustrating that he couldn't break free like a Fade dream.
He frowned slightly. "We could write them, the books, on what we might encounter here. With people coming and going leaving behind information would be useful. It would be useful for everyone. You write yours, I'll write mine and everyone can read them."
If lorebooks didn't exist writing them seemed to be the best options. He knew these people were not equipped to fight the beasts of his world and he learned with the dinosaurs he was not ready to fight theirs. "If there are no rules then information is key."