She wasn't a tall woman, but she was wiry and a little wild looking with her loose doe-brown curls being tugged and played with by the breeze. Her dress was little more than an attempt at 'normalcy' as far as women's fashion went. Beneath it were riding trousers prepared for the back of a horse without saddle or blanket. A lamb's leather half-bodice revealed her feminine shape, but served mostly for function, holding a buck antler knife and spare arrowheads to the home made birchwood bow on her back.
Even sitting hovered and hunched on his mount like that, Virginia could tell he was a larger man than many, tall and wide as an old oak in the shoulders. Thick from labor and rough in the hands. She watched his eyes carefully then, to judge his character. Was he dangerous? Without a doubt, he could be, but she withheld judgement with a careful caution.
"Look around you," she suggested, briefly doing the same to indicate the strange buildings, the light posts, the street under her and his horse's feet. "Does this look like anything you knew to be real five minutes ago?" She didn't wait long for him to answer.
"I don't know what witchery this is, but it's ensnared you, just as it had me. You are no longer wherever it is you just were."