Kael arrived at the soap factory just after sunrise.
The streets of Ginip were quieter than usual. Most adventurers were staying indoors, still unsure if the mayor's promise would be kept. Everyone had heard the mayor's announcement: "A new Guildmaster will be appointed soon. Dues will be paid. Do not leave the city."
The whole city felt tense—like a pot just before it boiled over.
However, Kael didn't care now. He wasn't a noble and he wasn't a government official. He was a businessman and he had to focus on his business. It's his first priority. Let them solve their problems.
Kael had reached his factory.
Kael stepped inside.
The smell of oil, lye, smoke, and herbs filled the air. Lavender. Mint. Lemon. Dozens of workers moved through the space with buckets, tools, and wooden molds. Someone poured hot soap into trays. Others were cutting cooled blocks and stacking them on drying racks.
It was noisy, warm, and busy.
This was exactly what Kael wanted.
