Despite Trogdor's and Cinna's best efforts, they fail to recall any information that pertains to the history of Barovia. One of the barmaids of the tavern approaches the group of adventurer's with a pint of ale. "Anyone interested in a fill-up, or perhaps interested in lodging for the night? We charge 15 gold pieces per person a night." she speaks in a warming voice while having a beaming smile.
The barmaid tilts her head while veering her eyes to the side, pondering Kestrell's proposal. Just as she's about to speak, a the barkeep places his hand on the barmaid's shoulder and stares into her eyes coldly. She looks down at her feet in shame, while the barkeep nods his head, signaling for her to walk away. Barkeep darts his eyes fiercely at Kestrell. "Think you're sly, huh? That's going to be 20 gold each now. Take it or leave it." he stands firm, folding his arms over his chest.
"Whoa! Easy now friend. We've brought you a lot of business, and have been drinking your fine ale and spirits all evening. There's no reason to get perturbed. Perhaps you tell us what you know about Kolyan Indirovich and this seal, and we'll take both rooms for 20 GP total."
The barkeeps' eyes gleam from the candlelit room, while uttering the incantation to Kestrell. Kestrell feels uneasy, while a sudden weight seems to be applied to his tongue. Kestrell will now struggle to open his mouth, as well as have a staggering speech pattern.
Kestrell has been cursed for 58 minutes.
"You've been offered hospitality, and you return the favor by spitting in my face. You all shall leave this instant!" The barkeep shouts infuriatingly.
OOC: Basically the curse will make it hard for you to eat/drink as it'll require a lot of effort to open your mouth. You'll also have a stutter.