Construction had already begun at the eastern edge of the industrial district by the time they rounded the final corner before the foundry complex.
Scaffolding climbed the near wall of the largest empty structure, workers were setting the first layer of the chimney base into place. Timber and cut stone waited along the street in organized stacks.
Mab slowed as they passed.
"Are they building something?" she tilted her head.
"More foundries," Beorn replied without slowing. "Right now we don't have enough of those."
She looked back at the scaffolding while still walking, considering its size, then faced forward again and let the question go.
Walking with them, Mod hadn't looked at the construction once. Her attention was where the streets met the foundries and on the faint shimmer of heat rising above the chimney even at this hour.
The main loading bays were open toward the street, wide doors pulled back to allow cart movement during pours.
