Fain fumed as Dylaer stalked off. The man did not know his proper place! Telling him what to do, when to strike. Still, he must be used. When his usefulness was spent... Fain chuckled. But al'Thor came first. He must have al'Thor, and he was so close! Yet the man did have a point. He would not be able to pass through those Aes Sedai and Asha'man alive. He must wait...
Rand was looking out the window, lost in thought, when he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A massive man entered; he was a servant, albeit one Rand was unfamiliar with. The servant was carrying dinner trays in for Rand and Min. Min looked up, and shock registered through the bond. The servant set the trays down carefully and left. Rand looked inquiringly at Min.
"That man..." she said, "I had a viewing."
"What?" said Rand sharply.
Min glared at him. "Use your manners, sheepherder."
Rand sighed. Light, he loved her, but sometimes... "What did you see?" he said more calmly.
"There was a strange object floating above his head," said Min, seeming slightly placated, "made of wire and crystal, and that object is slavery for that man. There was also an odd dagger, and its blade was broken. This broken dagger is death to one of your great enemies, yet a boon to an even greater."
Rand closed his eyes, considering this. Death to one enemy, a boon to another. Why did things have to be so complicated?