Damien had remained quiet while Thaliss had been working on the guard. Nicodemus had taken the lull in the activity to take a peek around and been regaling the warlock with ideas about the keep. This would make a fine redoubt! We could set-up chains at the water's edge along the walls to hang all those who dared defy my, I mean, your rule! Their torment would be delicious!
"And at that tower, a perfect place for-"
Holgar knows something about the caravan, lets see if we can find out more.
WHAT?!?!? What is this other voice in your head, Damien? Do they not know the expanse of your mind is my plaything? It must be the half-elf. I thought him a simple sorcerer, but it seems he has made a pact with one of the Old Ones, dust-choked has-beens! Smite him at once!
Master, Damien thought with more than a little exasperation, it was your plan to join with these people. Surely in your omnipotence, you knew of this other Warlock? Perhaps more pressing things were on your mind? Surely killing one of them now will end our relationship rather suddenly.
He could tell that Archandros, the ninth most feared pit fiend of Avernus currently possessing Nicodemus, was grumbling. Yes, quite. I must have had my mind on far more important things than your skulking around on Faerun. Stay with them, but I will claim that mortal's brain as a dish sponge when the time comes!
With all of that going on, Damien made no outward show of having heard Thaliss' telepathic communication.