Gregory Baldwin looks to the people that have arrived, and nods in thanks. He opens his mouth to begin saying something but stops, the voice caught in his throat. Gregory opens his mouth once more saying, "I believe we know why we are gathered here. My father was a great man, and I thank you for being here to watch his mortal body leave this world."
He turned, looking to the pyre where his father rested. With several brisks steps he was next to it, kneeling next to the Pyre, he began whispering Areon's prayer just loud enough for those around to hear. "Blessed are those who walk in The Light... Sanctified are those who can walk with their shadow... For their path shall not stray, their step shall not falter... Never journeying alone... In the brightness or the dark..." Once the prayer was finished, he reached into his robes to reveal a small flint, and a knife. Sparks flew against the pyre, not catching due to the cold and wind. Gregory cursed beneath his breath, and struck the flint again. The Pyre took flame, catching slowly at first, but the flames spread quickly enough, hungering for fuel to keep them burning.
Gregory took several steps back, and watched as the flames ate at the remains of his father. Flames throwing themselves against the now partially frozen cloth, only to be pushed away again. Yet eventually, the flames took the cloth as well. The tendrils of fire wrapped around the body, crackling and popping as they devoured what was left of the flesh. Gregory had a hard time looking at the corpse of his father, yet he did. He watched as the body fell apart, and ash formed in its place, the ash of his father.
Gregory watched the remains of his father float off, to become one with the wind.