Lost Pursuer: Side-side thread
How long she had been running, Drifa didn't know. However, what she did know was that she was separated from her group and there just so happened to be a Troll on her heels. Which one was the greater danger, she didn't know. However, what she had figured out as she slid to a halt in front of the river bank was that she needed to do something - anything - in order to stop the Troll in it's tracks. Otherwise, well, she was quite frankly mince meat.
Drawing her sword would have been a fool-hardy idea. There was no way that she would be able to defeat a troll in close quarters combat. Yes, she was a Mercenary. Yes, she was highly trained with a sword. However, she wasn't quite prepared to get into close quarters combat. So, that wasn't the best plan.
Time was running short, and she had to figure something out. Skipping to her last resort first and reversing her usual order of attack was always an option. Drifa flicked open her cloak in order to reach for the book stuck in the pocket on the inside. Her fingers ran over the leather as she pulled it out, carefully fingering the edges.
By this point in life she knew where each story was located. It was just a matter of flipping to one with a "hero" in it quickly enough.