Waldenn pulls up a chair and turns it around, and sits in it backwards facing Varcin and raises his beer to her. "Aye, these youngsters these days, they think they're all great heroes, they do!" Waldenn takes a sip of his beer and peers deep within the glass, he tilts it from side to side watching the suds form little waves before taking another sip. "not like back in my day, our 'tanks' relied on their teammates skills as much as their own, and we looked out for one another!"
Waldenn finishes his beer and slams the glass against the ground, shattering it in many fine crystalline shards, then folds his arms atop the chair. "They challenge EVERYTHING thinking they can prove their greatness!" The old man waves down a waitress for another beer, she scuffs at him looking down at the broken glass. "Ah, this beer is watered down anyways, now where was I? ah yes..." Waldenn looks back intensely at Varcin, "You can't blame them though, they way things are now, they throw random people together to fight, and expect them to be a team, no druid, that is not a team!"
Waldenn spots an unattended glass to the table to his left, and take a quick look-around before grabbing it for himself. "Varcin, listen here, seek out one to do battles and journey with, one who you can trust, to be your 'tank' if the riff-raff you are being paired with does not suit you. Grow together, and you both can become great!"
The old man gets up from the table and puts five gold coins on the table and begins walking away, he stops at the door and looks back at Varcin, "Though in the end, you are the one making the decisions, but if you take the advice from this old man, I'm sure you will not be disappointed". Waldenn turns back and walks out the doorway, raising his hand to the side to wave as he vanishes around the corner.