Carrick's pale eyes gazed blankly up into the semi-darkness. Hunger and exhaustion made him speak more candidly than he perhaps otherwise would.
"I was... very young." he said quietly. "We weren't allowed possessions; just our tunics and a knife and a mat to sleep on. So my Ma - the man who gave it to me kept it until I was a Vampire. Until I was free." He gave a slightly sad smile. "By which point it had rather lost its significance anyway, but the thought was there I suppose."