He had never been in the Factories, had never been outside of Hebenon itself. He had only seen them through the windows of Oliver’s office, and though he had known them to be large, he had not realized how vast they were until stepped around the reception desk and followed the petite, curvy blonde through the maze of machines and workers processing raw material and churning out the goods on which Hebenon depended.
She pointed out things of interest, machines and pallets and particular individuals that she believed an archivist would want to see and she answered all of his questions, as boring and repetitive and silly as they seemed to him. When she did not know the answers, she called in one of the workers or floor foremen, and Jaron dutifully recorded every fact and detail she reported to keep his visit as official looking as possible.