I wrote Ed Greenwood and asked.
Thus Elminster said, while we were all on the ground and somewhat dazed...
"Ah! Worldwalkers tired of frying pans and seeking fires, I see! Well met, and welcome to the Forgotten Realms!
"As adventurers always seem to get themselves into verily TERRIBLE trouble if I leave them to what the saying is pleased to call 'their own devices,' prudence - - and thy preference to retain thy lives, heads, and various other important appendages - - demands I steer thee. As in, head ye into an adventure or task that will have ye marauding over selected parts of the Faerunian landscape, not ALL of it, at random.
"Harken, then, for thy might and daring is needed in the back rooms of coin-crazy Athkatla, where doppelgangers have begun to replace and impersonate the wealthier, greedier, and less scrupulous of that city's grasping merchant princes . . . and 'tis also needed in the wilderlands nigh Secomber, where one of the stupider of those Zhent dolts has decided to hide a deepspawn in a cavern somewhere hard by the High forest, and it's begun spewing out a steady stream of lesser monsters that will overrun the countryside if no one slaughters it soon! Beware the ghost-mage, mind! Has a habit of turning thy own spells back on thee!
"Have fun - - mind ye, adventurers always do - - and neglect not what I've told thee, for 'tis the doom of men ( and a few women, too, from time to time) that they forget. Which reminds me, I nigh forgot what I myself must be about, this even! Dancing with a dragon; all those sharp claws; 'tis like being married, I tell thee! Well, fair forays 'til next we meet, gentles!"
Then he disappeared.