Freedom
He held the disk as if it as a precious jewel. It didn't matter that it was made of iron, and he had hefted much more valuable items in his lifetime. It was his ticket out. No one would question him, the former thief-boy, if he strolled along with this in his hand. He could walk out of the temple community without a glance. Summersea was a big city, he could get lost there easy.
But… His stomach had never felt so full, walking away from the kitchens with a pastry in his mouth, and a second in his hand for the trip. And of course there was always the promise of three meals a day. Briar never had that promise while living in the slums in Sotat.
And he knew some of the plants that grew along the walkway, too. By the kitchens, he had passed rows of vegetables- carrots and cabbages and potatoes; the path on which he was strolling so casually had forget-me-nots sprinkling the grass on either side, and a weed (what was it called? Some type of lion… A dandelion!) that Rosethorn was always complaining about, but Briar rather liked, grew in patches.
Starting on the second pastry, he thought of what he would be doing if that Bag Niko hadn't shown up at the trial. If he was still on the docks, he wouldn't have much time left. And life on the streets was never a sure thing either… Briar nodded.
Tucking the second half of the treat in his pocket, he ran to Discipline. He'd finish it on the roof.
He had his freedom.