 What does Var think of The Watcher?
But its outward perils could not compare with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and conquer.... The ice-wind blew from the glacier, but Var's love was round her as a warming cloak, a cloak that glowed softly golden in the deepening twilight, even as her love was about him. Var said, "The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass." Var sensed her fear, and the love that had conquered it. Now, if her father and his kinsmen overtook them, it would be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the last days. While she waited he spun a dream, attaching it to the crags that loomed over the pass, and to the frozen ground underfoot. Var eyed the ice-curtain closely to make sure that it was real, not dream-stuff; then he struck it boldly with his fist. The Watcher was four hundred years old; beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy. Var saw with some surprise that all the walls were sheathed in ice—warm to the touch, bound fast against melting by the Watcher's will. Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history briefly. Var nodded somberly, thinking that an old recluse would in any case be able to do little for them against Groz and his violent kinsfolk. The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she nestled by Var's side. That is the second part of the law the First Watcher made: to guard lest the unwary and the ignorant should bring harm on themselves and on all men." Now for the first time Var sensed the power in the old man's look, the power of four hundred years' wisdom. "Because of them we must build with dreams instead of iron, and our only fire is that of the Sun, and even now, two thousand years later, the Earth is still slowly recovering from the pangs and poison of that age. Before them death waited around the citadel where the masters still fought. He was momentarily uncertain that he and she were real and here, such had been the force of the dream, a vision of such scope and reality as Var had never seen—no, lived through—before.
 He respects him even though he is surprising
 He respects him even though he is surprising  He will trust him in any decision even if he does not like him personally  He thinks all of his ideas are ridiculous  He thinks his reputation is overblown but he thinks he is nice