Rickon snorted - this was considered one of the finest roads of the South? There was no crushed gravel, let alone basic paving. It made sense, though; the South was poor, and the art of stone melding was something only his Father knew and passed down to him and penned into the family grimoire, which sat securely in the deepest vault of the Spire. Even if it was widespread, Rickon doubted any would have the power to use it on their lonesome but his father and him.