There was a gentle breeze in the air, much to the distaste of Coldstone Harshing who stood in a garb of black dress robes beside the great lake. Hundreds of chairs were placed around the coast and on the water was a tremendous long boat, Hans coffin on deck with bags of tea surrounding him. His favourite pebbles were in the hull.

Harshing held a flaming torch. He would have a vikings funeral, just as he requested.