Kenneth
"I'm glad you enjoy it," Akadius responded. "It makes me think... It's kind of like the visual representation of everything your teacher gave you, and how you've made it your own, if that makes sense?"

He coughed in embarrassment, "That's sappy, though. Anyway..."

He pulled out of his bag and laid on the coffee table the necessary items: strong alcohol in a small bottle for cleaning, a cloth, a charcoal piece, the bone needle, and finally a curious bottle of ink. It was unlike the bottles used for letter writing; it was both unassuming and intriguing. Akadius pulled the cork out of it with a quiet pop.

"We shall,"
Charles
Kel didn't understand the way those with shorter life spans feigned that they couldn't feel sentiment some times. It was somewhat backwards as they had less time to walk these lands to enjoy sappy things or tell people they loved how they felt. 
"You worded it masterfully O' prince of pens. Most intelligent inkman. I'm joyed to be one's canvas this evening." 

 He began to unbutton his flowing collared top and resolved himself a third time. He was quite afraid of the pain, and as he was doing his best to appear orderly. On the inside he was feeling a right mess. He chewed his bark. Sucking the bitter juice from it and forced a grin. He pulled his arms from the garment on his chest and laid it upon a nearby chair. Then with a n exhale he positioned himself laying upon a low couch with his back exposed conveniently and easily to work on.

"Have you thought any more on what you'd like to be enchanted with? What sort of weapon or force you'd like to become?" 
He said this to avoid any awkward air that had come to fill the space within the silence as Akadius prepped his tools.
Kenneth
Akadius looked around the room for a chair, and, spotting one, dragged it over until it was beside the couch Keladan was lying on. Taking his seat, Akadius wet the cloth with some alcohol and began cleaning in circle motions upon Keladan's back. He started from the nearest shoulder, working clockwise across the elf's neck, to his other shoulder, then down his flank and so on. 

"I'm just cleaning the area," Akadius mumbled through his concentration, "So the ink has a fresh canvas..."

Akadius switched out the cloth for the charcoal. He glanced at his open notebook, committing the drawing to memory, before turning to Keladan's back and mapping out the design. He leaned over the elf's skin, brows knit together as he focused on tracing the image perfectly.

"I was thinking... Hm, that line is wonky..." Keladan could feel a finger seem to wipe something clean on his back, before the tracing began again. "I was thinking, we're in a forested area, right? The most practical thing to have in a forest is probably fire — I could light a campfire to cook my food, or light a pipe, or a torch. That would be a real useful skill for my time traveling between cities."

He paused and stood for about a minute, analyzing his charcoal tracing from a distance. Akadius nodded and snorted in satisfaction, before sitting down again. He put the charcoal back on the table and crossed his arms, sighing.

"Though, in a city, fire isn't so much useful as it is a hazard. I'm not in the habit of arson, you know? And, I don't know much about magic, but I imagine it might take more energy out of me. I'd have to create it myself, instead of channeling things that are always around, like the wind or the water.

And, that's just elements — I haven't even begun to consider beyond that! Like the ability to know the history of an object, or to scry past the veil, or to talk with animals... I just, I just want to live an easy life, man, while I travel and live like a rake, until I return home to my father.

That's all," He shrugged, bearing his heart in a moment of rare candidness. Seemed like Keladan was an easy person to open up to.
Charles
At first Kel felt somewhat insulted that he was being washed.. *Again.* He chopped it up to Akadius not understanding that elves loved their bathes. Although he had to admit it was difficult to reach all of his back but.. He was struck with an idea for a new magical product to sell! He maintained a cheerful disposition and the tiefling began to sketch out the art on his back. It tickled a bit. He lay there listening and plotted up additions to the transmutational pentagram circle that would stop the man from getting burnt by his own flame or spark if that was to be the case..

"Earlier I thought of a charm that would let you breathe a little of your own mana and force into your art.. It will need a bit more ironing out as I can't make a doll for something like that.. But in theory it would allow you to draw a flame and then when you willed your mana in, it would catch fire.. Or in turn a bird and then the ink would climb off the page.. I doubt they would be able to live for long or far from you but that could be quite useful... Depending on your skill and determination.." 
 
 He hadn't been sure if he'd tell Akadius of this one as.. It could be misused right properly. He didn't feel an ounce of evil within the lad though. Which was good because one could draw a key to a lock.. Or maybe a large scale dragon that would be able to cause a good amount of havoc before his magic fizzled away... Keladan thought of the ways he could misuse an ability like that.. Although he couldn't pull something like that off though because anything he drew wasn't skilled enough for the magic to take. This might be the perfect gift.. He would have to sketch and take some notes and calculations though as his head was not neat and organizesd enough to do it all within his mind. But a good lightning enchantment would work just well.. And the simpler one may keep him safer if they were to journey into the Steep wood.