“head into town and get supplies from the warehouse”
meanders into town
Shit, alright, uh, the quest was… Talk to… I don’t know, are there any cats around? I guess I’ll ask the Wanderer their life story. Maybe they’ll have a clue for me.
me stalking you to figure out your secret safe path to hidden unlooted warehouse and then kill you and steal your plan
cool cool wait this person already walked around this block three times…
… wait they know someone is following them don’t they, THEY ARE TAUNTING ME INTO A TRAP!!!
runs away
you finally remember your goal YOU NEEDED to accomplish today was go the secret stash and you stop collecting flowers and get annoyed at yourself for getting completely distracted
Being a DM taught me to think on my feet, but to make sure to only say what I am confident in so it doesn’t bite me in the ass later. I learned to manage my ADHD compulsive blurting out everything that comes to mind so players can be the focus, and to consider complex and unexpected situations.
Also learned not to focus on blame along with being able to admit mistakes.
We must play with different crowds.
OP is going to be the wandering minstrel NPC that The Party sees getting disemboweled by the BBEG when they show up to OP’s town gate
“I said I was a newt, I got b—”
Or both.
Side note: I’ve been told that recruiters for investment firms like candidates who play MtG because it encourages lateral thinking.
