Last year I read the first issue of The Savage Sword of Conan that was originally published in 1974. In the first story, it's the middle of the night on the streets of some city when Conan runs into a group of thugs attacking some dude. The thugs cut the dude's hand off and when they try to kill Conan they're the ones who are ganked. Conan spies a sweet looking ruby ring on the severed hand and thinking it's his lucky night goes to retrieve it when he notices the hand is moving. He quickly surmises that the ring must be magical in nature and basically says, "%#$@ it! This thing is obviously magic and I want nothing to do with it." At this point in the story, Conan is desperate for coin, it's the entire reason he went out in the night to begin with, but no matter how desperate he is for some coin he still won't mess with that ring. It's pretty much the opposite of what you expect in D&D.