NTR right before his eyes (extra-long chapter-please subscribe)

"Only thirty gold pieces, four scrolls, and a bottom-tier ring of resistance? What a bunch of paupers!"

Having searched the bodies and collected the loot with practiced efficiency, Dumbledore curled his lip in disdain.

Clearly, after more than two months of traveling, he had fully adapted to the adventuring life on Faerun and had even begun to enjoy it.

Looting money and valuables from dead people and monsters, in particular, had initially been somewhat difficult for the headmaster to accept. It had made him feel like a dark sorcerer capable of every evil imaginable.

But after accompanying an adventuring party into the Underdark connected to the tunnels beneath Dragonspear Castle, he had quickly cast aside those self-righteous notions. Along the way, he had also shared some intimate moments with a male drow fighter living in an underground city who worshipped Eilistraee, the Dark Maiden.

From then on, Dumbledore had fully understood Faerun's prevailing morals and values. He had also grown deeply fond of its remarkably open and accepting attitude toward certain things.

Most importantly, he had gradually begun to fall in love with the feeling of killing enemies and collecting loot from their corpses.

The considerable expense of buying magical items, materials, and scrolls had also forced him to learn thrift and careful budgeting.

Still, complaints aside, Dumbledore stripped the bodies on the ground clean before swiftly disappearing down an alley in Neverwinter.

Over the next few hours, he used a magical map of his own making to play a deadly hunting game with Deszel's subordinates.

Sometimes he ambushed them with magic; sometimes he enhanced himself with transmutation spells, then charged in with his sword to cut his enemies down.

By the time Deszel realized something was wrong, nearly all of the twenty-odd people he had dispatched in six teams