Synopsis
Everyone knows the usefulness of potions when you're in a tight spot, or how essential wands can be to a wizard, but the question not many seem to ask is... who makes them?
The answer is, of course, Goblins. Short, gnarled creatures with a surprising amount of strength and agility. They, alongside other "undesirable" races, have been gifted with the opportunities that any elf, human or dragonborn might get: factory work. Well, the women, at least. The men primarily work in the rock mines, breaking boulders into gravel for roads, expanding trade and development deeper into the untamed Wild Lands.
But we're mostly just going to focus on the factory workers, because the Will has been persuaded to offer a new right to its population. A small step, but one that will set in motion a revolution... because nothing agitates established hierarchies like the introduction of a couple of basic rights.