[Ilias implied that Tycho had lost touch with his roots and has his head in the clouds.]
You have me; I dare tread lofty heights. Ours are a bold people brother; there is no shame in it. You have always had your feet firmly on the deck; add the clarity of my soaring vantage (Tycho winked to punctuate the joke), and woe be to our foes, should they stand long enough to consider their folly.
Remember brother, the strength of one is the strength of all who stand together; this is the Rhennee way.
Do not disparage the paths that now lay before me. Our people have always claimed to be of some distant land. Somehow we have lost touch with the power inherent in our origins. Call me not greedy to seek these powers for the sake of our people's gain. I would guide our people back to long forgotten roots. Sylvexen has taught me much that now seems lost to the Rhenfolk. I have come to know fantastic powers, but more staggering still is a glimpse of powers yet untapped, powers that shame the parlor tricks I can now disgorge.
And what of you? The power you now focus through muscle and bone? Yours are no longer the deeds of a natural man. For such deeds Father would name you Warlock: River forbid what he would name me.
We share a destiny Ilias, of this I am sure. Make no illusions brother, you must gird yourself for the coming battles with all the powers you can muster. I fear your sense of tradition alone will prove an insufficient ward. There are dark things in the world, fueled by even darker powers. With these powers we must vie. Think on this brother, for you know it to be true.