Dylaer watched Ordeith closely. He was considering striking at the Dragon Reborn, when he was surrounded by Aes Sedai and Asha'man. There was no denying it, the man was mad with desperation. Dylaer could see the insanity, but for now, he had no choice but to go along with him. He had made... promises... sworn oaths that could not be broken. Still, he could try to dissuade him.
"Master Ordeith, surely you are not thinking of attacking now?" he asked
"You now know as well as I that al'Thor is in there, and he has just spent much energy fighting the Trollocs," growled Ordeith.
"That he has, master Ordeith, but those Asha'man and Aes Sedai, what of them?" asked Dylaer, "Will you take them all on? We both know that al'Thor will send them away soon, so why not wait till he is alone?"
"He is nearly in my grasp," Ordeith screamed, "and I will not let him go!"
"You need not, master Ordeith. I ask only for a few days, and then you can have him."
"We may not have that time!" Ordeith shouted
"Just a few days, master Ordeith. You cannot kill him from beyond the grave."
"I shall consider it," said Ordeith, calming down, "but alone. Leave me."
Dylaer stalked off in a fury. The nerve of the man! Screaming at him like he was a servant! But he had to put up with it. He could have his revenge soon, but first and foremost in his mind was his mission. Moridin wanted al'Thor alive, and what the Nae'blis wanted, Dylaer had to deliver at all costs. There were worse things than to die...