I felt tales of the zebra was better suited as the track for the Temple (dramatis)

Then; Dramatis to be shifted for what it was meant for originally.

Therefore i shall post the text that was previously on Tales of the zebra here, then move Dramatis text to Tales of the zebra, and slightly rewrite (to make longer) the other for Dramatis. :) 

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EGEO: Meeting serrunox:

None of the giant monsters had moved an inch in their advance, after a while both Agraxat and Yscek had realised that they werent even monsters but huge constructions that were made to look like, sewed and bolted with rags wood and plants..
Probably to keep people away..

Just past them stood an oddly sized hut with some pots and pans around it..
A voice cackled within..

"It has to be the witch.. i think we found her" Agraxat noted.
Yscek nodded and proceeded inward.. the hut allowed her despite being a giantess due to its weird height, not logically suited for a small old witch..

"Oh well now, wipe your feet young girls.."
"And let me introduce myself properly, my name is Serrunox.. a pretty name for an old woman right?"
The old hag'alike woman spoke.. as she undauntedly walked past Yscek to grab some bottles..

"Were looking for someone named Glasa.. he was sworn to us to be in the west.. wich led us to this swamp"
Agraxat queried also entering the hut.

"Yeeees.. yes.. my old old mother.. she spoke of this day but never saw it.."
"Did you know she was hundreds.. oh yes.. hundreds of years old?"
"And she taught me everything, history, hunting, ..oh..what was i doing.."

The old woman seemed oblivious to the danger she was in.. living in the swamp..
but nothing could be further from the truth..

"Dont be scared of my art outside.. it keeps the real monsters away"
Apparently the old 'Serrunox' had crafted those herself.. but wich real monsters.. unless the likes of Asfalen..
She must have known how to defend herself.. definately the real deal they were looking for.

"Glasa.. glasa.. my mother died for Glasa.. she lived in here in the bog in shame, oh her shame of what she had done...
Oh her shame what she had done.." old Serrunox suddenly started.

She seemed to be adding a tune.. was she.. singing?

"Oh Glasa, i too heard the tales of the zebra.. he must have been cursed with pigment disease.. he must have felt cast out, alone"
"And that for a king of the City he was.. My mother to try for his home.."
"I too heard the tales of the zebra.. but mother was sure of one then lost his way, he killed all his children and they then killed him.."
"Well now thats a bad way to go.."

Then she spoke calmly in monotone..
"She spoke to Glasa on the island.. the temple.. but the wrath.. it kept us prisoner of the bog.."

The temple!? Yscek had heard enough.. How ridiculous to have a temple for a tyrant.. in her opinion.. it had to be destroyed.
Agraxat wanted to persist in getting more information but was pushed out of the tent in Ysceks leave.
"Sorry but i feel.. we need go fast" "If Glasa really lives... i must kill him"
"Calm down Yscek!," tried Agraxat "What of Asfalen?!"

Alas, Yscek had made up her mind. Renewed by the disgust over her anscestors destroyer to be revered.. no.. she would not let 'any ghost stop her now.

Serrunox softly grasped Ysceks clothing and assured her.. "Please be careful, Giantess.., My mother spoke of you.. aswell.."

"How is that even possible" Agraxat remarked taking a stand in front of them both.. "Was your mother an oracle?"

"Oh no," Serrunox said, as she let go of Yscek.. slowly moving back inside her tent.. "Glasa told her".