After making his cursory greetings to the head Wizard, Gregor nonchalantly and casually begins walking about the scattered Ogre parts, and begins picking the more intact-looking ones to keep in his arms.  He even plucks a few away from some of the unseen servants.  "Yes, thank you.  No need to clean that, I've got it." he remarks to one, pulling a thick looking arm away from the invisible force, and adding it to the stack he's holding against his chest.  

Seeing Zane out of the corner of his eye, he approaches the Tabaxi and pulls out a hand with forearm still attached and extends it to the Cat-Man, hand first.  "Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me.  Did you want some of these?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.  "Still fresh!"

(OOC: Note that Gregor's not trying to be racially insensitive here, but he has made an assumption about Zane based on his race/species...)

"Giving me a hand, are you? Heheh. Thank you, I'll pass. Found any hearts though? Those are interesting."

"I'm not sure, let me see..." Gregor replies, rumaging through the pile of body parts he has, and also looking off into the distance at the as of yet remaining Ogre parts.

(Investigation check: 11)

OOC: Have a heart. 

Gregor carefully sets down the pile of body parts in his arms at a safe spot, then pauses to inspect it, holding his chin as he thinks.  "Hmmm, that's a good one." he finally declares at last, picking up a reasonably intact looking piece of torso (with the ribcage mostly pristine) and then walks over to offer it to Zane.  "This one should have the heart still in it.  Probably even a lung.  Were you going to eat it, or perchance, perform a bit of magic.  Or maybe both?  I know that my tribe has some rituals that involve doing both of those things." he says.  He also glances at Ketrey and Aurora out of the corners of his eyes to see if they want some Ogre too, or if they just want to "pass" on all this.

"Nah, thanks. I don't eat creatures that eat humans. That's, like, indirect cannibalism." Aurora answers to Gregors asking glance.

"I was raised to have reverence for the dead, serve them as a protector. It wasn't until later in my life that I began to study the arcane mysteries surrounding death and the afterlife. But in all my years of experimenting and discipleship, I've never actually conducted a taste test..." With a look of apprehension and a hint of a grimace, Ketrey sniffs the bloodied stump and sticks out her tongue. tasting the bloody pulp hanging from the bone, she licks her lips, coughs twice, and with a pensive expression declares "...interesting."

"Oh yes, yes of course.  It's not even as if you can eat their brains to get smarter , if your tribe or clan is in the habit of eating the organs of defeated enemies to gain their strength.  I completely understand." Gregor replies jovially, in his cultured upper-class accented common, as if the current topic of discussion is the most normal thing in the world.  He then separates the pile he's accumulated into one big one and a smaller one, and then walks around carrying the big one and begins talking to various wizards and other magic-users.

"Excuse me.  Is someone able to teleport this to my Orcish family's tribe near Cormyr?  Preferably with some sort of freeze spell on it to preserve it.  But not too strong!  Don't want any frost-burn on these after all.  It's been QUITE some time since I've ever smelled Ogres that seem so tasty.  I don't know what they do, but it gives them this.. this... wonderful aroma." he says to whoever he can find, ignoring any looks of disgust or exasperation that come his way.  

He then attempts to convince the users of the Unseen Servants to take the smaller pile he's accumulated into the kitchen and larders, or at least to whatever passes for cold storage around the "club".

"I was raised to have reverence for the dead, serve them as a protector. It wasn't until later in my life that I began to study the arcane mysteries surrounding death and the afterlife. But in all my years of experimenting and discipleship, I've never actually conducted a taste test..." With a look of apprehension and a hint of a grimace, Ketrey sniffs the bloodied stump and sticks out her tongue. tasting the bloody pulp hanging from the bone, she licks her lips, coughs twice, and with a pensive expression declares "...interesting."

Eventually, you manage to convince a drow sorcerer draped in robes of a blue so dark they appear black to send your tribe the ogre meat and put your pile in cryostasis.  Theresa just stares blankly at you until you decide that she must be in a trance. 

Sighing, Gregor heads back to the Drow and arranges for the hand/forearm he's been carrying around to be sent to cold storage as well.  "Thank you my good man.  I knew someone would understand.  It's not as if we're hunting Ogres for meat on purpose, but if they're dead already, it's almost insulting not to do something with the corpse." he says to the sorcerer.

Afterwards, he tries asking a few more people to help get his 3 retainers back from the town the party started off in, and returns to Theresa.

"Uh yes... we're back.  Did we mention that one surviving Dwarf we tried to teleport to safety that vanished, but not to anywhere we wanted to, and the fact that we had an Ogre 'mole' who was supposed to lead us to the one who hired him?  I left a lockpick in his hut in case it would be useful for scrying that position." Gregor explains to Theresa, eyeballing her to see if she's listening or making any sign of comprehension.  

"Yes, I completely agree." 

A ritually distanced casting of clairvoyance to locate them . . . fails utterly. 

"I was wondering when you'd remember to mention those little details, dear."  She pats your arm. 

"Don't forget the xorn-thingy that followed us to the ogre village." Aurora shudders a bit at the memory. "It saw through our invisibility. But it only watched us."

"Yes, dear, I know, but thank you for mentioning it all the same." 

"Your welcome!"

Gregor holds his left elbow in his other hand as he taps his temple with an extended finger.  "Hmm, from what we've seen so far, it seems that we have a Xorn on our hands with perhaps other elementals involved, and Ogres hired by a mysterious masked man about my size, possibly some kind of magic user.  I wonder who's doing what, and why.  Do we have any other means of scrying the Ogre encampment, or perhaps contacting and speaking with the Elemental Plane of Earth?" he asks.

 All the not-otherwise-occupied members gather in the best scrying chamber and focus all their combined powers on the area near Mern Lodir.  After a few hours of deep and profound silence, they snap out of their various trances with expressions that make it blindingly obvious that they failed again.  Trovoyorn, exhausted and wilting visibly, manages to report in between racking coughs that they encountered a magical shield "with all the frailty and translucency of a mountain" centered on the physical mountain and extending a mile vertically and several horizontally, and that he supposes you'll just have to go take out the bad guys by hand. 

"I don't know about the rest of you, but after today's excitement, I will need a good nights sleep before engaging in battle. Otherwise, I'd be more than happy to put our minds together and see what conclusions we can draw from the knowledge we've secured so far." Ketrey looks eagerly at the others, anticipating their responses.

Zane agrees,"We have not gained any new information and running into the same situation with less preparation than before would not bode well for us."

Turning to the mages,"Is there anything you can tell us about our target? The magic used or the pattern it's used in or anything else that would help us pinpoint who or what we are up against?"

"It . . . smacks of . . . Elemental . . . Earth . . . but . . . there's . . . something . . . a bit . . . odd." 

"That's not very helpful." Aurora scratches her head. "We already knew the elementals are involved somehow. And that there is some cloaked person. Who may or may not work with the elementals."