A gentleman explorer must be prepared for every contingency

"That's good, well done", I congratulate the Studio Assistant. She merely nods. With eager steps, I make my way to the Dressing Room. The full-sized mirror shows me in all my glory and I am satisfied with what I see, no reason to change my appearance, at least not for the first trip.

Look at me, already thinking of repeated journeys! Walk before you run Willie, I admonish myself. I wasn't quite sure what my long-term goals in this world would be, so it was best to prepare for anything that I could.

The first step: clothes. This wasn't a problem, khaki trousers, a grey shirt and a brown leather vest would do. A wide-brimmed hat topped the ensemble nicely. I didn't want to be an exact clone of Indiana Jones, but this outfit was close enough. A couple of belts, with a holster for a revolver and a sheath for a good knife. Coin purse. Water canteen. A spare set of clothes into a bag.

Second step: weapons. Revolvers were simple enough that one wouldn't stand out. Mine was made of modern composite materials, so despite looking old, it would stand the rigours while requiring minimal maintenance, and held seven bullets instead of the usual six. The knife had a serrated edge and was similarly 21st-century tech in construction. I thought of bringing a long gun with me, but the idea of having to learn how to reload a flintlock or matchlock rifle wasn't appealing, and I wasn't going to wage war anyway.

Third step: the rest. Learning to ride had been one of the better things about my upbringing, so naturally, I whisked up a chestnut mare. The saddlebags would carry a blanket and a few camping items. Compass was always useful, as was rope.

Final step: magic. I had no intention of violating the Laws of the world I had just created, but I did want to make sure I had an edge. So I pulled on two rings, one would reflect any mental magic cast on me to the caster, while the other would absorb any physical spells. In a nutshell, I would be impervious to magic. After all, I wanted to bed a few sexy sorceresses, not get enspelled into a **** or be burned to ashes. The last step was a magical tin of bullets, that would never run dry.

"I think that's all. If needed, how do I return here?"

"Master merely needs to concentrate on the Studio and I will immediately teleport you back here", she responded.

"Good. Okay, send me in", you command. Once more the woman merely nods.