Flint wakes up at the table downstairs, one hand on the hammer, one on the half full flagon. Without a word, he downs the flagon then casts remove curse on the hammer...

"Any change?" Marav looks at the hammer. "Really is nice work."

Does Ink recognize the spell as the same one as the one cast the day before? 

Ink comments, "That, everyone, is a dwarf of indomitable will."

"One question, Flint, what are your feelings on the study of Undeath?" 

//  Insight checking his response 15  //

Marav looks at Flint then at Ink. "Can we get back to normal now and find Rip's family?"

//Insight on Flint and Ink: Insight: 13

Flint's attunement to the accursed object is broken, and his curse lifted. 

// Marav what are you trying to be insightful about? // 

// Flint and Ink, feel free to narrate your demeanor as freely as you like. //

// Just to see if they are hiding anything or acting wonky still. 

Ink seems curious of Flint's state of mind, not really paying attention to the others. Overall Ink seems much healthier compared to what he has looked the past few days, although still carrying some bags under his eyes; almost as if he's visibly aged a few years since he first arrived to Noaners Hold (stress induced, like what happens to US presidents in that they seem to age more than the 4 or 8 years they were in office).

Having seen Flint cast the spell, Crownsguard, still low to the ground, places a hand on his shoulder. “Flint. I would like to apologize for my earlier actions. It was... uncalled for, for me to call your word into question. My  eagerness to eliminate the corruption blinded me to a delicate approach.”

Flint quickly lays the now repulsive item on the table. "Ta  be honest, ah had thought that might not work an' that ye'd all see what a fine piece o' work it was. Ah see it now fer what it is, a well crafted piece o' fine steel corrupted an' twisted.  Ah think  part o' what ah was feelin' yesterday was th' agony o' th' steel itself.  No  work o' Moradin's ye can be sure.  Ink, ah'd rather study steel than study th' damned. All ah got ta know 'bout 'em is how ta put 'em  ta rest.  As fer  th' other thing, no dwarf o' indomitable  will woulda  got that thing stuck ta'im."

To CrownsGuard "Tis OK lad. T'was what opened me eyes. Ye  done what was needed. Now  let's put it at'ar  backs an' get down th' road." Flint hands his flagon to the first person who'll  agree to fill it for him then prepares to leave.

Crownsguard nods firmly, “Behind us it is.” And will help Flint fill his flagon.

"Very well, with the others this goes until we can dispose of them properly. And seeing as Crownsguard got you the first flagon, I'm getting you the second. Flint - did your hammer have a name? What of the rapier, Rip? I'm trying to piece together this puzzle - names could be useful."

Ink flips a silver to the woman and nods towards Flint's empty mug. 

"Shall we continue forward then. Drop off that individual and then find Harshnag, given he may clue us in regarding Rip's family."

"None that ah ever knew."

// You guys never spent time studying the rapier or casting Identify on it, did you? //

"sorry about calling your skills into question Flint, i knew a slight to your pride would help motivate you."

//we identified it//

"Ah unnerstan' lad, was th' right move."

Ink gathers the party, including its temporary companion, takes them out to Boris and the cart, helps Flint up to the drivers position along with Rip, aids the noble and Angel into the back of the cart and says, "Well, on to Everlund then." He walks along the cart with Marav as Crownsguard rides Horse.

//  Sorry for taking agency, I'm not sure if we were unclear about us moving on or not.  //

As the party travels Marav sends Steele out to scout the road ahead. Trying to get him to alert them if anyone is in the road. Flying high enough to just seem like any bird.

“So, this Harshnag can assist us in locating Rip’s remaining family, yes? Perhaps he may also inform us as to why the giants are becoming increasingly violent.”

Ink responds, "Yes, seems that this Harshnag has been getting around and will likely be able to lead us to th Red Tiger clan - the Uthgardt who kidnapped the whole of Rip's hometown."

After a pause, and after pulling Crownsguard and Horse away from the noble, Ink continues," Regarding the giants, from what we've learned from a helpful, if not eccentric, cloud giant is that the Ordning has been broken - I don't know why. Think of the Ordning as the giant hierarchy keeping every giant race in place. With it broken it seems that they're all trying to out do each other now. Hopefully, Harshnag knows more and can offer guidance on a solution. I was only supposed to go warn the various city-states of impending activity based on what the scouts of Silverymoon found, but it seems that we have all been thrown into a larger effort."