Talk:Karl Redstone

I have just heard the news here all the way in England and my heart grieves for a friend that will be missed.

I remember Karl Redstone who rescued me at a Banner war over ten years ago. I was tentless and a distraught youngster then or Lass as he referred me as. He took me into his encampment and found me a dry surface to place my sleeping attire in a spare tent.

Later that evening I overheard the discussion of my presence being unwelcome in his encampment by another and rather then complicate matters for Karl, I slipped away with my things even more distraught and slowly being drowned by the rain.

He was furious with me when he discovered I was gone. He hunted the entire site looking for me and found me with the not yet formed House Gremlins. There were only three of the guys there. He berated me greatly and said under no argument I was to get back to that encampment.

Over the years when I was around in Antir much more than the last 11 years, Karl and his household made me welcome at their fires. Sharing songs and stories with a distraught little person like me. He still collected people up along the years and watched out for us all.

I honour Karl and his lady.

Katell of Ifield 'aka Kitty'