It's better to have guns and not need them, than to need them and not have them.
Leech had no qualms about assuming the worst of humanity. His stepmother could kill him for a title, and he, in turn, could send her to be trampled under iron hooves to keep his golden finger from being exposed.
Wherever there are people, there is bound to be conflict.
Peace is only temporary.
War would come again. He hoped that when Porcupine Territory was inevitably dragged into battle, its enemies would regret their arrogance. He would make everyone on this continent understand that a porcupine is covered in quills.
Honing those quills was especially important.
Magic Gunpowder was a quill.
The undead and Corpse Ghosts were quills.
Soldiers and Knights were also quills.
Even the civilians' loyalty to Porcupine Territory was one of its sharpest quills.
