Neverwinter Forest all is almost lost and it starts to show

Wraen did not know, if she should feel surprised, shocked or slightly insulted by her old friend's lack of decourum and manners, when meeting her in the afterlife. She let out a small, awkward laugh, and cast a glance around the old den. For a moment there she wondered, if she should follow him and get a glimpse of, which grounds he had left her for to haunt. She could, but decided not to. After all death and dying was a deeply personal matter. Rannoch had appeared startled enough by his new life and she did not wish to upset him more by stalking. 

It would have been nice to talk with him, catch up with, what had happened, while she had been gone. But the timing had been wrong and she was sure that they would never meet each other again. After all there was only so much ocntacts one could keep active and Wraen knew that she would not be among anyone that Rannoch would consider important. 

"Good luck, my friend!" she told to the silence and darkness and disappeared.