On the southern edge of the city, nestled beside old stone walls and the echoes of a forgotten tannery district, stood a newly reborn building.
Its sign was simple—cleanly carved in bold letters on dark wood:
Kaelmart Industries – First Soap Factory
Most people in Ginip didn't know what the word factory meant.
Some thought it was Kael's family name. Others assumed it was some kind of warehouse.
However, this was the first of its kind in the entire region.
...
Kael stood out front, arms crossed, as the last cartload of tools and soap ingredients rolled in.
Grondel, the dwarf foreman, came out wiping his hands.
"All done," Grondel grunted. "Your floors are clean, pipes are set, and you've got storage rooms, curing racks, even your fancy grinding machines. Never thought I'd be laying steam pipes next to soap kettles."
Kael nodded. "Thanks, Grondel. How much do I owe you in total?"