"The procured machine has arrived, Your Transcendence."
Dwight looked up from his workstation, his attention drawn towards a dwarf who stood at the entrance to his forge. The younger, female dwarf wore a smithsuit similar to that of Dwight's. He bowed down to the Transcendent Craftsman with deep awe and admiration.
"Enough of that, Serrah," Dwight huffed with disapproval. "I may have become a Transcendence, but you do not need to show me more deference. You are my apprentice, after all. You should know that I don't care for stuff social protocol."
Serrah looked up at Dwight with stars in her emerald eyes. "You are the first and only Transcendent in the history of dwarvenkind; lesser craftsmen like myself can't help but look up to you. Especially since you have gained an extraordinary presence."
