Everyone is bonkers! We must make ourselves very small now, hear? ~ Tattle’s Blunt Adventures Menllik Morning found Torrullin in Menllik facing the Valleur. On the steps of Linir he revealed the import of the vision, but did not specify his part in the disaster. He then commanded them to follow Quilla into the west. The Vallorinship was not democratic, but the Valleur were not mere sheep to blindly follow. Not when they were to the last man and woman of like mind, and not when they loved their Vallorin and would, therefore, not desert him. They denied his command. Pig-headed, as I always say, Quilla thought. Torrullin was helpless in the face of such determination, and also proud. Still, they had to listen. He shouted, he cajoled, he threatened, he begged, and they were firm. They would not leave him to fight alone. There was not one among them of different mind. It was a wall of intention, and could prove unbreakable. He could not allow that. Help, Quilla. Oh no, this is your people.
