"...You make an excellent point, good sir," Jigano said after a moment, grinning ruefully as he toasted Adam with his bottle. "Different worlds, different... demons and devils, I suppose. But no, I mostly ran into them on separate occasions." He had run into devils, he remembered belatedly as his writer tried to flip through old campaign notes, far worse than the babau demons, but those were memories he shied away from, drenched in blood and pain as they were.
The swashbuckler's question brought a sad smile to the bard's lips and he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Me? No. I... left them all behind several years before I came to Caido. I was running from my past for a good five years before I ended up here. If any had tried to find me in that time... well, they didn't succeed. I regret it now, though at the time I was too wounded and lost in my own head to see the additional pain I was causing them." He had never expected to see them again, in truth, which made the portal to Caido far less traumatic for him than for those who had left ties to friends and family dangling and broken in the wake of their transport to this brutal new world.
Jigano, bard par excellence, very nearly choked on his cider as the word 'dadly' was used. "Gods least fortunate, don't even joke about it!" he begged. "One of me is already too many!"
The swashbuckler's question brought a sad smile to the bard's lips and he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Me? No. I... left them all behind several years before I came to Caido. I was running from my past for a good five years before I ended up here. If any had tried to find me in that time... well, they didn't succeed. I regret it now, though at the time I was too wounded and lost in my own head to see the additional pain I was causing them." He had never expected to see them again, in truth, which made the portal to Caido far less traumatic for him than for those who had left ties to friends and family dangling and broken in the wake of their transport to this brutal new world.
Jigano, bard par excellence, very nearly choked on his cider as the word 'dadly' was used. "Gods least fortunate, don't even joke about it!" he begged. "One of me is already too many!"
