The demonic influence
"What happened here? Are these horns?" Ghost was the first one out of our team to pull out of the shock. In less than a second, he was grinning as if he made some amazing scientific discovery together with the girl he was looking at.
She was just a teenager, maybe sixteen years old, and huddled in one of the comfy leather chairs, hugging her knees and hiding her face between them. Two long, goat-like horns, black and gleaming like obsidian, grew out of the top of her forehead. They pointed at the people around like a wordless warning to not approach.
This was just one of the victims, one of the closest to the entrance. I spotted another one talking with one of the helpers. I'd peg that man for a normal dwarf if not for the fact that his clothes were several sizes too big for him. Another one silently cried her soul out, but I couldn't see what's wrong with her from the first glance.