Sylvain tilts his head, the name 'Yharnam' isn't familiar to him. Though he's never been to the lands further east than Londor, he's seen enough maps and he can't recall a single instance of Yharnam.

"You're a strange one," he says, expression unreadable at first before a smile spreads his lips. There's something of an idea forming. He has a suspicion about Ashe he thinks he might confirm with something as simple as a map. "I've not heard of Yharnam, but."

Sylvain picks himself up, and rummages through an old set of shelves set with various cookbooks and tools. He plucks a folded piece of parchment from between the leaves of a book and comes back to Ashe. Unfolding it reveals a map that has most of the old spice roads mapped out. It's not perfect, but it's a map nonetheless.

"We're here," he says as he taps a finger to the top of a western mountain range. Irithyll is dotted inside a region scrawled out as 'The Boreal Valley.' "So where abouts is Yharnam, or wherever you were trying to go?"