The entire tavern was launched into chaos.  That happened when someone was viciously attacked in a small public space.  Women and men alike raced for every exit.  Some, the smarter ones, flipped over tables and hid behind them and awaited an opportunity to escape that didn't involve racing past a psychotic sorceress.

The dancing girl wasn't one of the smart ones.  She did as the most did, racing for the nearest door.  Perhaps hoping that the barbarian would keep the interest of the mad god's follower she ran, pale soles of her bare feet flashing as she raced for the rear doorway, bangles and sewn-in coins making a racket as she moved.