Transferred to another life

**Chapter Twelve: The Hidden Meeting**

As the cart rolled to a stop, Olivia disembarked swiftly, her heart thudding with anticipation. The village sprawled before her in the twilight, its modest buildings casting long shadows over the cobblestone streets. The path she had in mind was a dark alleyway that led to the back market—a place reputed for its hidden dealings and clandestine meetings.

Navigating through the dimly lit alley, Olivia's senses were heightened. The narrow passage was lined with old stone walls and crates, their surfaces worn by years of exposure. Her footsteps were quick and purposeful, her cloak trailing behind her like a shadow.

After a few moments of brisk walking, Olivia emerged into the back market. The area was bustling with activity despite the fading light, vendors hawking their wares and patrons haggling over prices. Her eyes scanned the scene until they landed on a building that matched the description from the story—a place advertised as a tavern, with a weathered sign swinging gently in the evening breeze.

She approached the entrance, her cloak pulled tightly around her to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. The tavern's interior was dimly lit, the warm glow of lanterns flickering over rough wooden tables and chairs. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and spilled ale.

Olivia made her way to the bar, where a stout man with a grizzled beard stood polishing glasses. She approached him, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tension she felt.

"Good evening," she said, her tone casual but carrying an undertone of urgency. "Do you have any fresh boar meat tonight?"

The man's eyes, sharp and discerning, met hers for a moment. He seemed to weigh her words carefully, then gave a subtle nod. "Follow me," he said in a low voice. "I'll take you to where you can pick your cut."

Olivia followed him through a door at the back of the bar, leading into a narrow corridor that smelled faintly of spices and smoke. The passageway was dimly lit, the shadows playing tricks on her eyes. They reached another door, this one heavier and more solid.

The man opened the door and motioned for Olivia to enter. "Wait here," he instructed as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The room was small and nondescript, furnished with a few simple chairs and a table against one wall. Olivia took a seat, her mind racing as she considered her next steps. The place had an air of quiet anticipation, and she could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

As she waited, the murmur of conversation from the tavern grew faint, replaced by the quiet hum of her own thoughts. She knew she had to make a good impression and present herself well if she wanted to gain the trust and support of the Lunar Rays.

The door creaked open after what felt like an eternity, and a figure stepped into the room. The newcomer was cloaked in a dark robe, their face hidden in the shadows. Olivia stood, her heart pounding as she prepared to introduce herself.

The figure studied her for a moment, then spoke in a voice that was both calm and commanding. "You've asked for a meeting with the Lunar Rays. I trust you have a good reason for seeking us out."

Olivia nodded, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "Yes. I've come seeking allies and information. I need your help."

The figure nodded slowly, their gaze penetrating. "Very well. Let's hear what you have to say."

As Olivia began to outline her needs and objectives, she could only hope that the Lunar Rays would find her story compelling enough to extend their support. This meeting was a critical step in her quest, and she was prepared to do whatever it took to secure their assistance.