Hearing the buzz of Thaliss' projection in his mind, the warlock rolled his eyes.
Did I NOT say that your mind is MY playground? The nerve of this half-elf.
"Before we discuss our plans, maybe we should put Tom out of earshot?"
Damien wandered over to the keelboat and searched for rope. Finally locating a bit, he tied Tom up to one end of the hull within eyesight of the group and wandered back.
"As for the idea, I do think we have opportunity here, but I think there are a few tweaks that need to be made. I don't favor splitting us up, for one. Either we take the keelboat or take the two rowboats back across the water to the Keep. Those of us who can disguise ourselves well can assume roles, someone as Shoalar, someone as the dead priest over there, and someone as one of those Reavers. Plus Tom, that makes a party of four returning from a hard fought battle. The rest of you we can pretend to have captured and march straight to Jolly's quarters. Then we kill him and mop up from there. How does that sound?"