Tonight in our D&D session, we convinced a tiny creature called a Rum Gremlin to join us and become the team mascot. He had to be restrained and put in a character’s pack, but he now travels with us. At the end of the session, all of us had moments where we were almost dead.
We split up loot. We were ready to go. Then we remembered Pobs, the Rum Gremlin. People started yelling at our DM to make sure that Pobs survived. Somehow it was okay that we were ALL almost killed by this Kraken Spawn which almost drowned and crushed most of us, but if Pobs had died, we would have lost our minds.
In good news, Pobs is fine. We’re a little worried about keeping Pobs at the inn, because he radiates an “aura of drunkeness” which can poison people within 20 feet- especially if they’ve already been drinking... but we’ll make it work.