Misadventures in Soapmaking

3/8/26 The Great Saponification Sleep Continues...

The cauldrons are quiet, and the laboratory is filled with the rhythmic humming of the Great Saponification Sleep. Our soaps are tucked away in their cocoons, dreaming of bubbles and mountain springs.

But do not let the silence fool you—behind the heavy oak doors, the scrolls are flying and the ink is flowing!

The "Courtly Quagmire" Update:

Navigating the High Courts... and Surviving! 🏛️🧚

While our newest batches slumber, we’ve been busy doing battle in the High Courts. It turns out, selling potions of cleanliness requires a mountain of parchment!

We are currently parleying with the envoys to ensure our hoard isn't raided by the shimmering Seelie Court or swept away by the chaos of the Unseelie Wild Hunt. We’re dodging glamours and double-checking every silver-stamped seal to make sure our "gracious" Lords and Ladies of the state give us the final nod.

And a quick safety update: The Photo Shoots are complete! We can officially confirm that our soaps are Docile Mimics. Not a single finger was nibbled, and no cameras were eaten during the primping process. They behaved like absolute saints (or at least, very well-behaved goblins).

Once the final "Royal Decree" is stamped and the tolls are paid, we will finally be able to open the iron gates to you, our Loyal Guests of the realm!

The "Status Scroll" of the Hoard:

• The Mimics: 100% Docile. (No bite-marks detected!)

• The High Courts: Currently tangled in red tape and fae-ribbons.

• The Sleep: Deep and sudsy. The cure is progressing beautifully.

A Message for the Patient:

"The best charms take time to set. We thank you for your patience while we satisfy the whims of the Courts and the appetites of the Tax-Goblins!"