A woman, probably in her early twenties raised her hand, and two of the serving girls quickly guided her to the front of the room. The four serving girls formed a circle around the young woman, rotating around her, chanting in a language that Alisa had never heard before, its eldrich sound unsettling her slightly.
The barmaid began chanting what almost seemed like a secondary verse, and the light from the lanterns in the room faded. Glancing around, Alisa saw that indeed, the lanterns were now burning much lower, and she felt a knot in her stomach, as she realized something was definitely not right. "But this is an area for new players," she told herself, "They're not going to throw anything too rough at us here."
The chanting from the serving girls grew louder, and the tone of it seemed to darken further. Alisa stard intently at the young woman in the center of the circle, straining to see what was going on. She appeared to be fine, though perhaps a little dizzy, or...mesmerized? The woman was swaying on her feet unsteadily.
The barmaid's hands began to glow with a whitish light, far brighter than the lanterns now, which continued to dim. The circle of serving girls increased the pace and volume of their chanting, now seeming to have a glow of their own in their hands.
The energy level in the room just kept growing, and Alisa knew that at some point, SOMETHING was going to happen. You didn't just put this much energy out for fun. She searched her mind for any spell called "Lunar Talon" or anything like that, but came up empty.
Then....