Logan:
Logan sits up, staring all around him. "Um...hello. Could you tell me exactly where I am? I was just helping out my friends, and now..." Logan blushes, having trouble finding words with the woman right in front of him. "I don't think I know you. And while I'd certainly like to get to know you a little better, er..."
The smile on the woman's face disappears, and she looks a little shocked.
"Oh man, are you every going to regret that comment once you figure all this out," she says darkly, shaking her head a little.
Logan:
Logan stops again, wishing he could have a second to collect his thoughts alone before continuing. "Sorry. I'm Logan, of Shadowshore. Can you tell me where I am? And who you are?"
Logan reached out his hand, aware that he was babbling like an idiot but not sure of what else to say.
She stares at his hand briefly, then gives a snort, the smile returning to her face.
"What am I meant to do with that?" she says, waving at his outstretched hand.
"Kiss it? Ha!"
She gets to her feet and Logan sees that she is shorter than he expected, and quite stocky. He also becomes less sure of her race - although she has some elf like traits, her body shape and facial structure is not right. She is more stocky and square in the shoulders, and her chin and nose have none of the fine features that he would recognise from his mother.
"Come on boy," she says, the smile broadening on her face.
"Let's train while we talk." She reaches behind her and pulls out a pair of elegant rapiers that shimmer across their metallic surface with all of the colours of the rainbow, like an oil sheen on the surface of a water pond.
"I will answer your first question though," she says, as she offers one of the weapons to him hilt first.
"When you die your spirit goes to the place most aligned with your actions during your life... So young Logan, you... are in the Abyss." Her smile turns into a grin, and it is not pleasant.