The next morning, I rose early, feeling refreshed and eager to continue my journey. As I packed my bags, I caught Tar sitting by the fire pit, sipping a cup of coffee and staring into the flames.
And with that, I bid Tar farewell, continuing on my journey into the unknown. But I couldn't shake the feeling that our paths would cross again, in some future game or adventure, where the stakes would be higher and the magic more real. traveler inn tales v095e star tree games tar work
But as the hours passed, I began to notice that Tar was playing with a strange, almost...otherworldly confidence. His cards seemed to be drawn from the deck at random, yet he consistently played them with precision and skill. It was as if he had a sixth sense, a deep understanding of the game that went beyond mere chance. The next morning, I rose early, feeling refreshed