"I suppose we could try to look a little more, um, native."
She thought of a spell to use. Her staff glwoed once again and the rentire group was trnasformed into various ghouls and ghastly creatures.
Delia looked doen into a puddle to see what she had become. It was rather amusing to her: She could recognize her face well enough- her intense blue eyes stared back at her though the puddle- but she had become a demon of some kind. She had dark blue-grey scaly skin and two small gargoyle llike wings on her back. She smiled as she touched the two little horns on her head.
"I guess that works."