In Faerun, there is no Trump. There are mad kings, but there is also me. The stalker deep in the unforgiving wilderness, taking out every nasty little Goblin with too much eyeliner, every little laughing hyena-man and every fat ogre with a bad comb-over. I show them no mercy. From the shadows, I END their ego-driven campaign for power and leave their corpses for the animals to defecate on. They never see me coming and for a moment.. I am satisfied. 🖤