Around Azeroth: The ethereal being from the wrong side of the tracks

"They were really quite different," writes submitter Sarabande of Elements on Aggramar (US-A). "She was of the arcane, ensconced in the ivory towers of Azeroth amongst dusty books, scrying glasses and magi. He was of the shadow, lurking in the dank, cobwebbed cellars beneath the inn, smelling of brimstone, or following his warlock as she practiced her dark arts. And yet ... there was something."