<div class="floatleft">(http://dungeonsmaster.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/yawning-portal-01.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><em>Main Room of the Yawning Portal inn</em></div></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>First Day on the Job!</strong></span></div><br/>Days, maybe even weeks ago, each of you offered your resumes to a man you had been assured was a recruiter for the<del>famed</del>acknowledged adventuring company, Acquisitions Incorporated. Even though you were assured "don't<em>Sending</em>us, we'll<em>Sending</em>you," you still regularly checked in at the Yawning Portal Inn, just to see if there had been any movement on your application.<br/><br/>Just as you were about to lose hope, eureka! The next time you showed up at the tavern, you met with Heuvar Lumberdonfle, a gnomish bard, famed explorer, rumored Harper, and all-around extremely drunk guy. he had word from his subcontractor (whatever that means) that after a recent<del>mishap</del>mutually amicable downsizing, Acquisitions Incorporated was seeking a team of new interns. That's you! And also some bard named Rha, whose application had been floating around the offices for like, a year and a half no matter how often it got ahem,<em>lost</em>.<br/><br/>At any rate, Huevar had instructed each of you to meet him at the Yawning Portal at sunset on Third-Day. When you arrived, he was too drunk to fish, and told you "curmbughumurruh" which after some debate, was agreed to mean "come back tomorrow." Either that or he was telling you the name of some demon lord?<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/925d184b4cfc8a8acf8a4b312ba19312/tumblr_oqec3lF1MO1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/54d75b8812b3fbcb4d938e9740d52d2d/tumblr_oqec3lF1MO1utyn51o2_500.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><em>Huevar and his companion</em></div></div><br/><br/>So here you are, at the Yawning Portal Inn. It's Fourth-Day, the sun is setting, and the raucous night-crowd is already starting to show up at the inn. Word is that some young adventuring party is going to take the plunge into the eponymous gigantic hole into the Undermountain that dominates the tavern's main room; people are already taking bets on how many will come back up. Odds are not in their favor.<br/><br/>And oh look; Huevar is settled nicely on a very lovely and very busty human woman's lap, strumming his lute as he no doubt tells all sorts of amazing lies about himself while resting his head against that bosom. Curled at her feet and gnawing a rib bone is Huevar's.. cat? Weasel? You're not sure what it is, but he calls it Prashtanda.