Tyrhallan calmly listened as he watched the ever eager Leo get up.
"My Uncle and I were expecting something of the nature. The Empire has grown rather substantially in a relatively short amount of time. 
'That' usually indicates War, unless the Vaimese have grown capable of reconstructing the planet. Landstitching is one thing, creating land is quite another feat and I don't see the mages of the Empire pulling that trick off just yet. My Uncle as ever was always concerned about Belisio's fate. Considering the last show of might of the Empire, I feel more unnerved about this one."
At Leo's eagerness he frowned growing more serious, hoping his words would one day stick.

"You are made for it, but being born for it is something else entirely. 'If blood is all you crave, blood is what your share will be.'" He said quoting the old scholar Folken. 
"Look for something more than just blood. Look for something higher, greater than your own lusts or glory." Tyrhallan advised before he sighed.
He watched Silverfang slice through the air, as the muscles in his legs and feet tightened, ready to react and dodge should the boy be as brazen as they claimed him to be.
"You sure you want that?" He asked once more as he took hold of his own blade.
A eyes darkened in colour as the seriousness was set to steel, a look of a bird of prey focussing on his potential opponent.