It would begin suddenly, the line humming as power flowed through it. Even the cold would not stop the flow of electricity as the message went down the tubes, through the air, however the cables went that it flowed along. The universal language, morse, would be the message. A simple question meant to have a simple answer, with luck sent directly to a not so simple leader of the village.
To: Isaki Kushin
Cousin, we have at our gates a person claiming to be from your village, one Li Bububeri. They claim to be a reporter for the Daily Bugle. If possible, require verification as they were found skulking around the entrance to the village. Please respond with all haste, caverns are horrible place to sit and wait.
Regards: Isaki Hoshikata