The elder stepped forward then spoke into the exposed microphone diaphragm. "Can anyone hear me?"
There was a brief pause followed by garbled male voice. "Elder is that you?"
"It is."
"Then, tell us, of the sands that lay outside this shelter?"
The elder thought for a moment then replied, "The sands were painted red with the blood of many a brave warrior who fell during the eve of the creator's feast. The earth was painted blue by the tears of those who mourn the warrior's sacrifice, and the sun still shines for the will of the great spirit is eternal and the works of man are but a fading dream."
"Elder, then we have failed you for our number is under 200 and the Warlord's machinist placed an aether blower within this chamber and I fear that many of us are showing signs of aether poisoning. Without our witches, many of us we will be dead in a few days."
In silence, the elder stepped away from the intercom with a look of complete shock and utter despair.
OOC: The effects and degrees of Aether poisoning can vary, however the symptoms similar to those of radiation poisoning.