Inside Kaelmart Industries, the clatter of barrels, the scraping of herbs, and the occasional whistle of boiling fat echoed through the open hall.
Kael was helping a group of workers grind dried herbs. Renn was giving instructions at the mixing station, and Seris had gone back to the shop to keep business running in town.
Today was training day two. Real soap production would begin in three more days.
Kael wiped sweat from his brow. Just then a young boy burst in through the factory doors.
"Lord Kael! The mayor's here—in a carriage!"
Kael blinked, surprised.
He looked up from the workstation. He wasn't near the front doors, and with the warehouse's layout, he couldn't see much from where he stood. He gave a nod to Renn.
"You've got the floor. Keep 'em steady."