It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She glances up and sees an imp wearing gold armor watching her from above. She looks at it and slowly nods.
DM: It doesn't react. Its head twitches a little bit, and it just sets back in itself, looking at you, its eyes these gleaming black, shining discs in the darkness.
Player: And then I start heading back towards the tavern.
DM: It just watches you. And as you exit the alleyway from where you came, the two devils that attempted to assail you there, no longer anywhere in sight, the--
Player: Before I round the corner, I want to just take and do a quick Shapechange again into the tiefling that I was.
DM: Okay. As your form changes as you turn the corner--
Player: Into the tavern.
DM: -- into the tavern. Yep.
