My bags looked like a junk drawer for years. Potions beside fishing lures and three spare hearthstones. Plus one mysterious key I refuse to throw away. Then a raid leader half my age inspected me mid-pull and laughed kindly. That laugh reorganized everything.
Food, flasks and runes
Current feasts beat packed lunches, but packed lunches beat empty stomachs. I carry my own food for the first pulls while the feast table fills. Flasks follow the same rule. One spare flask sits in my bags for the night someone forgets theirs, and someone always forgets.
Runes and oils ride along too. Cheap ones for farm nights, good ones for progress. The bank holds the overflow. My rule fits one line: never make the group wait while I shop.
The ten-minute setup
I arrive ten minutes early and spend them the same way. Repair first, because broken gear mid-boss helps nobody. Talents next, read twice. Then WeakAuras check: boss timers on, everything else off. A quiet screen hears callouts better.
- Repair bill paid before the first pull.
- Flask active and a spare in the bag.
- One boss ability read, not ten.
What stays in the bank
Everything sentimental. Old tier sets, holiday hats, the fishing pole from a summer that never ends. Banks hold memories. Bags hold the night. Mixing those jobs cost me a raid slot once, never again.
The flask shelf
Five flask types crowd my bank, one for each mood of the week. Progress nights drink the strong stuff. Farm nights sip the cheap brews. Sunday leftovers go to the guild vault for whoever forgot.
Repairs before pride
I broke a main-hand mid-boss once in front of twenty people. Gold cost little. Shame cost a week. Now the hammer swings before every raid and twice on progress nights.