“Welcome to the steppe,” Hades said, grinning internally— since he couldn’t really in his current shape. He glided down into the mountains to change shape. He assumed his usual form and began to finger comb his hair. “The locals... look something like this-“

And with a snap of his fingers, he affixed a glamour to himself: black horns, tail, and scales adorned him. His features shifted ever so slightly to fit in with more of the norm.

“And for clothes... I should be careful to not broadcast something untrue...” he placed his hands on his hips for a moment, snapped his fingers, and ended up in that very revealing little wrestling outfit dyed black.

“I could glamour you into a horse, but I don’t think anyone will be too bothered by you here.”