Morrigan literally knows. That is her mother. She raised her. She knows Ellana, please voice this thought so Morrigan can confirm some facts but she nods at the sign.

After all, she knows them well enough herself even if it's been years; some things never change, tradition being tradition, that the one of them coming from the Legion spots it doesn't surprise her overly much. Survival in the Deep Roads must depend upon it.

"They do not appear to be any of those that may point to a cache, not marked as this. I have found piles of stones set the same way yet easily overlooked." Morrigan might actually sound hopeful. Not that she wants to because this is her life after all but she's been stumped twice already so far, she feels she's due something going her way on this hunt.