Anou was minding her business last Friday night, running into the bank at Shrine of Two Moons (ya know, Horde-side??) to take care of some bag space, when a stranger poked her. The nerve. Didn't this person know they were poking royalty?
So, my lovely Blood Elf turned her pretty face and she saw a sight that made her do something only an undead would do: her jaw dropped. After several takes and double-checking his tooltip, low and behold, there truly stood before her a Night Elf rogue.
With nary a guard in sight, this Nelf was going nowhere. There was nothing else she could do, but as the saying goes, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
|He: Gokk'lok's Shell|
|She: Elune Stone + Jim Warmkeg's Brew|