Charles
"What a marvelous canvas you make my boy.. My name is Fellstar Keladan. Sorry to have interrogated you without even a rightful introduction"
A proper elf always had a keen eye for the arts. He could tell the man beside him was gifted indeed. He pulled a pair of round spectacles from his satchel and inspected the work. Some unruly, most likely old. Others top notch, a life breathed into every shape... It was almost magical.
 "My teacher had a four pointed star similar to your body art on his back..." 
 Keladan said this a bit more hushed as his chest welled with his shame of failure and exile.
"You said you do these... *Scribbles* On others?"

At this moment a new happier tune began to play, and the elf's olfactory senses brought his head back around towards the bar and his chin up. The scents of puffed pastry filled to the bursting point with a steaming sweet mixture of berries. His eyes practically bulged forth from his skull as the pie was set down in front of the two with a clang.
Kenneth
"Fellstar Keladan..." Akadius repeated the name once, just to get it stuck in his head. "I've never heard a name like yours. What kind of curious place are you from? D'ya have lots of spirits there, since you seem to know a bit about them?"

He turned his arms over a couple times, being sure to give Keladan a thorough view.

"But yeah, I scribble on others," He snorted. "That's underselling it. I take a long bone needle and some ink — I have a couple different colors — and press it in over and over. It takes some time and some pain, but I think it's worth it. Your teacher probably did, too, with that star on his back."

He was interrupted just the same by a sweet fruit pie being placed on the counter. The juice ran bright and fresh, and a dollop of cream completed the dish.
Charles
The elf chuckled and pulled a plate in front of himself, portioning a hefty slice of the pie onto his plate and sending a graceful wave towards the tin tray the pie lay in with a slender hand beckoning Akadius to help himself.
"My master couldn't of had this interesting ink splayed upon his back.."
He paused, disregarding utensils he carefully picked the slice up by its crust and bit into it. Heavenly. A done deal, Keladan would have to return to this inn. He washed it down with a sip of flowery Jacinthé.
"The one who taught me was of a beast race in the east. He was a person feline in nature and with a reddish coat that sported the four pronged star spanning most of his back.. Saved my life in the desert he did.. Anyways that's where I started up in a way. But truly I come from a spoiled family of moon fae in Falfetheas."
Kenneth
Akadius nodded along like he understood — he didn't understand a damn thing. Sure, on his travels he had seen a few people in passing of the beastial races, but he unfortunately didn't have the chance to befriend them.

"Hold up," He shook his head in confusion, "You're going to have to start from the beginning. Moon fae? Falfetheas? And what did your master teach you? I mean, of course, it's not like I'm *Really* Confused..." He tried to save face here, even though he was very much confused, "Just... Curious,"

He cut for himself a slice of the pie and put it on a plate. Picking up a silver fork (though, was it really silver? Or some other copycat metal?), he speared a plump red berry and lifted it to his mouth.

"I suppose you have until this pie goes cold. It looks delicious, by the way. Thank you,"
Charles
"Hmm.. Yes I better clarify." 
Kel spoke this through a mouthful of cream and fruit, and sipped more wine recalling the past. 
"I shall summarize" He cleared his throat and set his glass of rose pink liquid down.
"I belong to the family of Moon elves, and I left home though at the tender young age of one hundred and sixty. Merely a pup, My father was growing sick of me you see, our estate was so boring. So plain after hundreds of years there I don't know how anyone wouldn't begin to feel couped up, I had to make my entertainment where i could. Anyways I chartered a voyage to the isles in the east. Thinking the jungle and harsh wildes would prove to be a thorough adventure to settle my fancy for whimsy. I was a fool, My pale skin which was meant to reflect the stars, tis not suited to the scorch and winds of the desert. Not built to withstand much really.
 I made it one day and one night traveling the sands before turning to a blackened crisp. My teacher found me collapsed and half consumed by the dunes due to the wind, looking like I had very nearly survived a jet of flame sent by dragon. The sage of the sands saved me, and took me in. No doubt out of pity. He trained me in the arcane art of enchantry, sigildry, and a bit of herbalism. I unlearned much in the east, and then learned it all back again plus more but right proper..." 
The elf had rambled for some time and the amount of pie on Akadius' plate dwindled.