When the Chelish civil war came at last to a final, grinding close, the Acevado family felt they had little choice but to flee the country. They were latecomers to the banner of the popular front against diabolism, having spent many years certain that there was no chance whatsoever of enough people choosing to willingly back Hell for it to matter, but they had joined it in the end and gotten their armies shattered in the field for their trouble. Their ancestral estates were far enough from Egorian to give them a bit of time to plan, and perhaps with enough of the county's wealth liquidated as bribes to the cash-strapped house Thrune they could have stuck around - but perhaps not, and the family patriarch swore he would be damned before he bent a knee to some upjumped dukes despised by all the gods of civilization. So away they fled with what they could take with them, and rather than trickle into Molthune and spend every day bracing for the fall of the executioner's axe, he chose to relocate his family to Taldor. The old imperial heartlands had never fallen under the sway of the Cheliax at its zenith, and there, at least, they could live in some semblance of proper civilization.
He didn't have any Taldane noble titles, but dispossessed eastern counts were certainly a sight higher status than any merchants. That and their ancestral fortune was enough to arrange the marriage of his eldest living son to the daughter of an impoverished Barony, granting the Acevado family a rather more secure claim to noble status in the realm of Taldaris, and he set about paying off the Barony's creditors and investing in enough infrastructure to support his family on taxes once their extant fortune began to grow low.