RPG on the Portal.

After some time, the dwarves, who had come to their senses, were brought to me...
Their faces were bewildered... as if they didn't understand and couldn't remember what had happened.
-Tell me, why did you shoot at a girl? And in general—what is with this aggression? Why?
-We, lady? We didn't shoot... We can't remember anything... In the evening, I and two of my comrades heard some noise nearby—and went to see if it was demons... And after that—we remember nothing.

The dwarves' thoughts are indeed a mess—I can feel it... They are not to blame... Someone's will guided them... I wonder whose? And why would someone need to attack us like this, from "within"?
I spent the rest of the night lost in thought... People came to me, trying to ask things, and I answered automatically. But my thoughts were far away... Two things worried me—where Nowizard had disappeared to and who (and why) was controlling the dwarves' minds...