Beaurmont stands there, unsure of what to do. This curse may be beyond him and this gnome. Can they really release him from his bindings? The bartender walks over coyly and passes Beaurmont his mug of Rum. Appreciative he nods, and turns back to the chair and takes a large gulp. That hit the spot quite nicely. "Well, it is my duty to deal with dark magic wherever it occurs. While inexperienced I believe I may have the skills to assist you...erm. What is your name...chair?"