A/N; I'm thinking of doing more Dylaer stuff – tell me what you think.
Moridin held the cour'sourva gently. It had been easy, in the end. Dylaer had been a dreadlord since long before those so called Asha'man started gathering, and was his most fanatical servant. He had agreed eagerly to the mindtrap, just to show his devotion. Still, his mission... Moridin had to prevent himself from crushing the thing right there and then. The other Chosen had called him mad when he created Fain, yet he had worked so well, up until Aridhol. Now, he had broken himself away from the Chosen, and taken his own path. A path that would lead to the destruction of all that Moridin had worked so hard to build. He must be stopped, and Dylaer was the perfect man for the job. Yet still, Fain lived. But Dylaer would accomplish his job, no matter what. Moridin chuckled and stroked the cour'sourva, and two thousand miles away, Dylaer...
... shuddered. Moridin was getting impatient. Dylaer hurried back to the makeshift camp and made his report to Ordeith.
"Master Ordeith, I have spied in the manor house, and we were right – the Aes Sedai and Asha'man are leaving. I estimate they will all be gone tomorrow."
"Good," Ordeith growled, "for I was tiring of all this waiting! Tomorrow we -"
Ordeith's head snapped around.
"What is it, master Ordeith?"
"NO!" screamed Ordeith "HE HAS GONE!"
"What?"
"HE HAS TRAVELLED!"
Dylaer grimaced. This was going to make his task much harder. Moridin had said to kill Ordeith, but to wait until al'Thor knew of him before doing so. Looks like they were up for a long journey...