Charles
"I've not even the slightest inkling of an idea... It is a bit more complex than writing a rune and- oh bother that it doesn't matter.."
The elf began to cycle through the possibilities. With a crystal, and a transmutation circle inscribed with several rings of runic text he could probably make a man fly... How would he get down though? If at all.. That was one of Kel's repeating problems.. Disenchantment. If he were to turn himself to a toad. He would be stuck a toad, without the brains or thumbs to do anything..
 He needed to exemplify the danger and risk of what he had just proposed. Keladan wrote the ancient rune of laughter upon a page of his notebook and tore it out. Handing the wedge of parchment along the bar to Akadius, suppressing a smile.

The young lad before him had to understand what sort of cruel fate awaited as a guinead lab rat if he were to get stuck with an enchanting that didn't suit him. The enchanted paper shouldn't be able to be resisted, maybe if you knew the charm in it you could hold it back but eventually anybody'd be rolling and in tears holding it too long.. He reminded himself to burn that page later so it didn't fall into any irresponsible hands.
Kenneth
Akadius took the note cautiously, one eyebrow lifted in suspicion — what could possibly be so secretive and important that Keladan was passing notes now? What sort of shady business proposition was written on this paper? As Akadius opened the page, the only thing he saw was a... Squiggle? A very squiggly squiggle, what the hell was this squiggle? 

He snorted in amusement, then chuckled. Then, it was kind of amusing that he found a squiggle to be funny. After all, it was just a drawing — but it was just sitting there on the paper dumbly, so he laughed a little harder. Suddenly, the absurdity of the whole situation crashed into him like a wave, and he cackled, slapping his palm against his own thigh as tears of mirth pooled at the corners of his eyes.

"This drawing — *Ahahahaha* — ~~turned itself into a pickle~~ — *Ahahahhahah* — funniest shit I've ever seen!!"

But as Akadius vainly tried to draw breath, suddenly this drawing was a little less funny and a lot more scary. He was laughing far too hard to pull in air, doubling over as his stomach began to ache from exertion. He dropped the paper on the bar counter and brought his fingers to his eyes to wipe away the tears.
Charles
It was rather amusing, but the elf had willed too much mana into the rune. He wasn't very good at controlling those things, it was stronger than he expected and lost its novelty quickly.
 Keladan put out one arm to steady the man, gripping his shoulder. The other hand he used to proffer his wine glass.
"Im sorry my friend. Now you understand the risk involved though I hope.."
 He pulled his glasses off his face and folded them placing them into his satchel. He stood, scowling as to not be taken by the rune and plucked it off the countertop. Quickly striding to a nearby table to drop it into a candle, and returning to meet Akadius' eyes. 
"Give yourself some time to ponder things, I'm going to wash and pull the possibilities. If I find you knocking upon room 2 at the quarter to the next hour we shall conduct the- eh enchanting ."
Kenneth
Akadius graciously took the wine and brought it to his lips. It was cool and sweet and left a flowery aftertaste on his tongue, definitely putting some pep back into his step as he put the glass down, took a deep breath, and composed himself.

"That was... Damn... That was certainly *Something*" He sighed "I'll, uh, I'll think it over. Room 2, quarter to the next hour. Got it."
Charles
The elf nodded, he grabbed the rest of the bottle of Jacinthé form the counter, and then set it back down deciding he would prefer to have a clearer mind before seeing about the possibilities.
"Have no fear, I won't do anything that will set you back My plan is to enhance your level of abilities in some way. I'm about to make certain of that.". 
 
 He thought to himself about his bath growing cold and then turned on his heels towards the stairs. Then spoke up as he lithely trailed away.
"And if you do decide to trade in our arts, the worst I'll leave you with is the ability to jump 10 paces in the air. You have my word." 
 He headed up the stairs to bathe, and test enchantments on lumpish wax dolls... He did ever so desire to have the markings of his teacher upon him.