Sigil: City of Doors

Savin Windstrike would make her way to the Great Foundry.

Finding someone in charge she would say, "Hello my name is Savin Windstrike, I am a reporter with the Sigis. I wish to set up an appointment with Factotum Westheimer for an interview about his Craftsmen Competition."

A gnome dressed in some bizzare mix of magely robes and a blacksmith's apron would approach her. He wears some strange googles and appears to have some sort of a third merchanical appendage sticking out of his backpack, likely a non-working construct part:

"Greetings, hello, good day. What's about that Westheimer?" - He whispers loudly - "I am Westheimer!"

I am Savin Windstrike, a reporter with the S.I.G.I.S. I recently been given a promotion due to the absence of one of out key reporters. Thank you for meeting with me.

The S.I.G.I.S. has been noticing a bit of influx involving the contest you've been promoting, The Craftsmen Competition. Craftsmen and blacksmiths of all types of variety are warming up their forges and polishing their hammers all thanks to you. So let's just get into it shall we?

What exactly is the Craftsmen Competition all about?

"Uh...Yes! It's about people expressing themselves in their creations and improving themselves! As well as making their creations more known! Many and not just winnah thingies we get from this one show will be at our next exhibition! Oh and yes, those found worthy will be offered a place among our ranks, should they happen to share our mindset and be willing to indulge in our philosophy!" - He smiles brightly while uncharismatically picking his nose.

Well that's wonderful, it's about time someone started stirring the interest of the people.

So when exactly is the cut off date for entries?

He looks up for a moment, it really seems he hasn't thought of it before:

"Yep. One week from now."