Hear the words of the Qurils.
The Chanyu met with all the leaders of the clans, and a decision was take. The Qurils would return north, to the islands of luxury and plenty.
But our food was scarce, and though we began our journey north, we were in no hurry. We learnt to pluck the fish from the sea, and feasted better than we had in years. We learnt how to make simple rafts and canoes. Some brave men went west, into the dark desert, hunting and gathering fresh and bountiful produce from the watering holes along the way.
Yet this simply strengthened our resolve to flee this land. The dark-faced natives hated us, and we grow afraid of some great gathering of their tribes, to murder us and drive us into the sea. And so, we now stand poised to take possession of our new land, or Great Quriltai, as we now call it. We stand on the precipice of a brave new world.