As the groups talked, the sound of drums came from the outside.  Big drums, not too far away, the bass resonating within the bones of everyone in the room.  The concussions of sound were followed by a ghastly horn, playing the lilting laments of damned souls as rendered from some unseen demonic musician.  The very sound was sufficient to drain hope from all in the room as it echoed across the lake basin, playing off rocks, going through trees.  Again, more drums, darkening the atmosphere with the cadence of doom.<br/><br/>"Just run," the dying hunter said, fixing Angela in an intense stare as the last dribbles of life left his body.