The Count waited and waited, and as the hours dragged on, his patience gradually lessened. At last, when it appeared that no one would come, he directed himself to his quarter's, declaring the expedition a failure. "Keel'lye, set our sails to Morrowind," he breathed bitterly, "we're going home." It was at this moment that a voice addressed him, male, apparently seeking to join the crew. The Count turned in slight disbelief, wondering if what he heard was true. And indeed, it was, for there before him, a Wood Elf stood, waiting to be answered. Overwhelmed of the possibility that the expedition may still have a chance, he was at a loss for words, stammering and struggling to organize his thoughts. But before he could say another another word, he boarded the ship. But it mattered not, for he wasn't the only one arrived seeking membership. "Captain!", Keel'lye cried, "Two Bretons approach!" He turned his gaze from the Wood Elf, and sure enough, there they were, both female. One Of them seemed to ask if what they have heard of the expedition was true. He laughed heartily, leaning forward with confidence and zeel, "This is an adventure that will leave you with what few can or will dare to boast about. Everything about the rumors, stories, and gossip is anything but a lie. My dear, everything that you have heard is indeed true and more!" He raised his eyes to a figure approaching from the distance, who appeared to be a Nord, although the Count couldn't confirm it. Renewed with a certain strength that only hope can promise, Count Llau'wai welcomed them onto the ship, one by one, and retreated to his quarters in a rather mad dash. Keel'lye was left to address the crowd, "The Captain will return shortly with your contracts. Until then, please make yourselves comfortable. Your most gracious patron has laid out a feast here, on deck, which we are to enjoy from now, through departure, and until we make land in Senchal." The Khajiit woman made her way to the table, lifting lids and explaining each cuisine as they were presented,"This is but a taste of the glories Elsweyr has to offer you. Sweet candies, pastries, and pies, no moon sugar of course, but appetizing nonetheless. There are also honeyed meats -boar, pig, chicken, lamb, and minotaur-, salted fish with appropriate spices -rare, expensive, and unique to our nation-, various fruits -both sour and sweet- and all manners of other dishes from the other provinces, for just as our land has welcomed the people of Tamriel and their customs for centuries, so do we greet you with open arms." She scratches the back of her neck for a moment, briefly in thought, "of course...that idea has been strained in recent years, but we welcome you nonetheless! Come! Dine! The Count has spared no expense!"