If there's one thing that irritates me at times about playing D&D, it's when my fellow players are indulging in pro-celebrity arithmetic. Like how much three mules can carry.
The party (of six adventurers) are heading out into an inhospitable land in order to find an unknown evil, and we don't know where or when we will be able to feed the mules. So much of what one of the mules is carrying is mule food. Then there are the shovels, pitons, grapples, etc. Plus a lot of the party baggage. I'm just bothered that the Unknown Evil's henchmen will see the mules and kill them so that we all have to traipse back to the nearest town and buy three more mules.
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