Strong, yet ostensibly misguided. I notice they are armed with a variety of handguns. With a measure of consideration now added to my discernment, my conscious attention diffuses in the space. I notice that, indeed, everyone within my view is armed with some sort of weapon. A sportsman's club is an obvious place for weapons.
Weapons are, after all, the tools of the hunter.
Rifles, shotguns, the deadly cross-bow but no, not handguns. Not automatic weapons. Not for sport or hunt. These weapons are specific. The hall gives up the stench of treatments of death.