Beren nodded with a sad smile to his siblings, and then began to collect bits of fallen wood and branches, along with whatever dried leaves he could. He worked quickly but silently, and before an hour was up, there was a small pyre with a relatively flat platform to lay a body on. His first breath after seeing his finished work was a bit shaky, for realization washed over him of what was about to happen, and what they were about to accept as a reality. He was glad he was a bit older now. Back when he was younger, he couldn't even function for weeks after his parents had passed. Now he was much more stoic, his inner passions staying within. 

He carefully lay Brands body before the assorted group of ne'er do wells, adventurers, rangers, and adopted siblings. His body was cold to the touch, but he tried not to notice such a detail. He just did what he could to make him lay dignified, and then Beren stood back, gathering a torch that had been prepared previously. He looked to Grey, and he gave him a knowing nod. Both of them were the religious and idealistic ones of the group. But Beren was the more decisive, so he'd go first and let Grey speak as the funeral truly began. As he stood there before the body, torch in hand within the silent and misty glade, all eyes were on him.

It occurred to him at that moment, that despite his decisive nature...he didn't quite know what to say. All of these people, faces familiar yet somewhat foreign watching him and waiting for what? He shook his head in a subtle fashion. "I'm sorry I just...I had a thought." he said to them, his voice low yet smooth. "Even for an introvert like me, I'm sometimes amazed at the variety and energy of people. It's hard to imagine that we can all be so similar yet different, I think. Yet we are, and it's a testament to this man we all knew as a teacher, and perhaps even a father to have shaped us this way." His following silence filled the glade. "We all have different strengths and abilities, and passions. I think we'll all use ours to make this world a better place, and to set justice on those who murdered our teacher. I know that's what I shall do..." He took one step forward, and bowed before Brand's body. With a careful movement, he lowered the torch and let the flames lick the dried leaves until a small fire began to flicker and slowly spread. He dropped the torch, and gave a bow of respect to his teacher. "I don't want the last thing I say before him to be angry or violent so...I love you, Brand. Thank you for always being there for me and us, and for encouraging me, even if it was from afar. I wouldn't be who I am without you...and I'll miss you."
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