From the journal of Moonjava, a druid of the Cenarion Circle.
I remember growing up with Malfux, he was childhood friend. We played together and fought each other growing up. His family had been somewhat outcasts in our society, for being Highborne. Even my mother Lunafang was weary of him at first, but Malfux spirit is to serve others. At first I thought he would be come a priest of Elune, for he is devote to her. We had many years together being comrades. Until the day he told his choice for his life.
Malfux was never really good at druid magic, it did not come to him as it did me. I always knew he would not be druid. Malfux was passion lay in the history of his family, the Highborne. At first this concerned me but then I realized it was more about changing the history then being someone who wanted it. I should of known by the way he talked about redemption for the Highborne that he would do something crazy as he did. The day came when Malfux told me would pursue the Arcane arts. When he told me that I argued with my friend pleaded for him not to do so. For our world it would mark you, there those who remember what the Highborne did with the magic. Malfux made his choice and left that day.
I have not seen him sense but wish him well…