[Rathar]

2.5 hours to go, 3, three, I say of you yet to go.. Snap snap!

Tithonos felt more than slightly sick as his diet for the last few months had been gems, nothing but gems, and he felt he could eat no more. Even his ludicrously bulging muscles failed to reassure (47str centaur /cough!) him past the strength of his reluctance.

Fortunately orders came that very afternoon from the lips of Stheno herself. "The time for liberation of the westernmost of the great southern forests is tomorrow. I shall see you there."