Twenty steps behind behind the group who had chosen the sewers as their escape he stood, shrouded in darkness, not even the rats of this particular slew way took notice of him. Jameson was the ultimate tracker, and he had a very good reason for tracking this group. Jameson had lived in these sewers for the past while now, going above ground from time to time to retrieve the supplies needed for survival. When he had heard of the demon attack he had immediately begun preparing to help with the defense. Yet before he was even able to even peek his head above ground he was almost spotted by the same group he was now following. They had many among them who were in need of help, this was apparent, but what piqued his interest the most, what grabbed his attention beyond anything else he had witnessed was the diversity that the group had within it. To think so many had reigned against this demon horde, even those who would have otherwise sided with the dark ones were here, running from them. Jameson was interested, and he was known for his reckless curiosity.

Jameson's ears twitched slightly, he could hear almost every word spoken with perfect clarity. He listened for a chance to appear before them, he knew of a nearby safe haven. He thought for a moment about how they might react to a dark figure such as himself emerging from the darkness to greet them. He smiled cleverly and decided to try something.

He pulled out his Harmonic and began to play.

It was a soothing melody, meant to be inviting and warming to the soul of those who listened. 

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p3yL4-jYto]The song[/url]

He bounced the sound of the walls, to make it seem as though it came from all directions. He did not mean to startle the group, only to alert them of his presence.