Kenneth
The words *One hundred and sixty* Made Akadius' head spin. He could barely consider making it to 160 years, much less be considered 'young' at that age. 

As he listened, he imagined the story unfurling in front of his eyes. His imagination did its best to create a world where the stars reflect on pale skin, though he was sure the reality far outweighed his fantasy. He snorted lightly at the thought of a large dragon randomly roasting poor lost elves in the desert.

His fork scraped against the plate, bumping into crumbs as he finished his meal. The conversation within the inn had grown a little quieter, too, as a few patrons retired for the night. However, that didn't stop the music, which continued as confidently and melodically as usual.

When Keladan mentioned sigils, a strange thought came to Akadius.

"Magic sigils? What would happen if you put those in your skin?"
Charles
The elf's slim eyes practically bulged out of his glasses, and he struggled to swallow his drink. A mischievous, and cunning look overtook Keladan. The enchanter had been very curious about self enchanting for many years. He had even written about it earlier on the roof.. So far though any he had asked to test it on refused. And he was too cowardly to experiment in such a way on himself.
"It would hurt for one.. I've always wondered. It most likely would work the same as when i inscribe a pair of boots with swiftness. But something like that is irreversible... "
 Fundamentally it'd work the same but there were many more variables involved... He though about his cat back at the cottage.. He had turned her invisible and couldn't for the life of him undo the charm..
"We could test a small, simple rune on you if you like? Possibly in trade for your unique artistic talents."
He looked over at the man raising an eyebrow, quite the curious day indeed.
Kenneth
"*Me?!* Hold on a minute, I don't know jack shit about magic! I don't know what kind of wibbly wobbly —" He waved his fingers for dramatic effect " — it'll do to me! It'll, it could, it..."

Now, wait a minute. Akadius' father had taught him to always look for some sort of way to profit from a situation, and he didn't always mean money. A useful skill, helping another person, leaving something for posterity — these were all ways to profit. Akadius' brows furrowed in deep thought as he considered the possibilities. The sigils could perhaps enhance him? Make life a little easier? Or at the very least make him cooler? That was good enough for him.

"Alright..." He perked up, raising his chin confidently, "I like the way you think, magic man. We'll have ourselves a little experiment. But, uh, what rune do we start with?"