<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/00016634_7324.jpg)</div><br/>Cedevax walks to the Yawning Portal Inn with purpose in his stride. He stood out like a sore thumb among the townsfolk in both dress and attitude. The shirtless man weaves through the streets with a pack on his back, a sword on his hip, and a cautious gaze scanning the surroundings. Several town folk silently note his doeskin pants and wolf hide boots with a skeptical glance, but wisely kept their distance, or quickly moved aside to let him pass. Yesterday he had passed by the Yawning Portal entirely before someone directed him to their door. This was the first time his literacy level had ever been a handicap, and it will probably not be the last.<br/><br/>He strides into the Inn and stands in the doorway surveying the scene for a moment. Being an escaped slave hunted by the zhents had certain disadvantages, and one of those was the chance of being spotted by one of their bounty hunters or spies. The barbarian had lost everything he loved to pirates and slavers, and secretly hoped that joining Acquisitions Inc would give him another family who may aid him in searching for, or avenging his lost people.<br/><br/>Seeing no potential hazards he weaves through the crowd to Huevar's table. He drew a few glances from the patrons. The men sizing him up to estimate his toughness, the women a little more curious about what his story might be. He removes his sword belt, wraps it twice, and lays it on the table as he sits down.<br/><br/>"I'm Cedevax." He says grabbing a mug of ale from a tavern wench and dropping a coin on her tray. "Reporting for duty."