Alacruun rustles a wing in a sort of shrug, "The appropriate gestures and words - the ones that let you tap into those currents of power that exist across all worlds. Easy enough. Here-"

Alacruun is arrogant enough to sketch a gesture with his claws and speak aloud words in a sibilant, hissing language. In a few moments he's transformed into a tall, grey-skinned humanoid, with horns not unlike those he wears as a dragon curling from the top of his head. He's also dressed in worn traveling clothes. He dusts himself off with a satisfied looking smile.

"Simple."