There's no turning back

Within the hallowed halls of the academy, nestled within the guest room building, an animated conversation unfolded in one of the dimly lit corridors. 

The figures engaged in the discussion were none other than the dignitaries of two esteemed schools – the elf dean, Yralissa, and the head of the Gornadorahl School, Vanuc.

As they strolled through the corridor, Vanuc, a towering figure with an air of authority, voiced his thoughts about a name. "Jaegar Ambrose," he mused, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "The name Ambrose does ring a bell, but I can't seem to remember who or what."

Yralissa, her elven grace evident in every step, replied with a knowing smile. "Augusta Ambrose,"

"he's her son," she revealed, the simplicity of her statement carrying weight.