Off Ellana goes, casting when she's ducked behind a load of crates higher than her head. She jogs towards the ship until she's close enough, but still far enough away from the dwarves guarding it. The letters on the old wood are faint yet legible, and once she reads it off she heads back, having just enough time to duck back behind those same crates as before so it looks like she hasn't moved.

Returning to Yngvi as someone laughs and walks away from him, eyeing her up with surprise (What's she see in this scrappy bit of nothing? Oh well, everyone has a fetish.), she nods towards the direction they came.

"All done," she says in a normal tone, since the silence field has dissipated by now. Then under her breath, she murmurs, "Golden Arrow." Now they have a name. Time to do some research.