While likely unintentional, their presence may benefit Morrigan. They seem to guard her feeding grounds from other false kings, and perhaps they keep travelers away from places they should not be.
We can only speculate the logistics behind who and what Morrigan chooses to keep alive in this world, and why.
Personally, I cannot help but wonder if she is trying to preserve some kind of balance.
She must have the capacity to love things, even if they are rotten. If she had no love at all, the spawning stones would never accept her touch, and she would surely starve.
I have been compensated generously for putting my life at such risk. My guide has not returned home yet. My findings were photocopied, and they insisted I take the artworks back to Paradise with me.
Frozen Boba assured me that my efforts were not wasted, but I feel that I had not accomplished many of his goals. He told me that my services likely will not be needed again for another hundred years, and joked that I should have children someday so I can put more people into the world who would go to such lengths for discovery. How silly.
Still, I keep thinking about Marshlight Port. Maybe I will get a little beach house there. Even if I never have children of my own, perhaps one day I will teach someone who loves the world enough to follow its mysteries wherever they lead.

For now, I’ll be thinking a lot about what I learned in this place.

Until next time!