"Tell anyone following Erynne 'The Wanderlust,' 'I'll meet you in the necropolis. And leave you there.'" Such were the words of a reddish brown haired woman dressed in hunting leathers to the guard at the north gate of Immersea. Hurried, harried, and pressed, within hours of her disoriented, wounded wanderings across Suzail, she followed her restless spirit to seek refuge and comfort among those who had lost their lives, yet continued to walk. As she settled into a hiding spot to lay in wait in one of the most dangerous locales in all of Cormyr, virtually crawling into the grave of her own accord, she thought to herself, "The message should be clear. I will NOT be taken alive."
Not long after, a strange darkness settled over Immersea as a man chased the same woman into the city. Worried citizens ran for cover while the man scoured the city for his elusive prey, using his magic to aid in his search and fuming like a pit fiend. Soon, the guards were alerted, the man was chased from the city amid cries of, "Banite!" and order was restored once more.