There's a couple of minor magical traces on the arrow; a very generic weapon enhancement, +1 or +2, and from the gloves used to handle the arrow, likely gloves of Dexterity. Beyond that, he can't get any more specific, given the time between handling and recovery, and the very minute amount of magic residue on the arrow at all.<br/><br/>She only disabled a few of the traps, to let him in, guiding him down the path wide enough for the dragons to walk, in their native forms, if they chose, re-enabling them once the three of them were through, although, as young as she is, they'd hardly do anything to stop them, if any of the three wanted in. She guides them to the room she's in, a large mountain goat's bones and fur neatly piled in a corner, the slightly-bloodstained table near the middle of the room, the content-looking dragonness curled up beside the table. "Welcome, welcome, make yourselves at home."