Ram muses to himself as the Venture captain explains the situation. He bites down on a clove and chews it thoughtfully; He has spent very little time in the south and so the name Murqual doesn't really conjure up a picture.
Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Ram thinks back on the legends of the Garun continent, trying to recall anything more around the tombs of the Jistkan Imperium and the treasures therein.
Knowledge(dungeoneering): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
He tugs at his beard at the suggestion of stealing the Archive; By the Ruby Prince, please, let us not resort to mish... mischiviness... michevess- criminal deeds like Murqual. I would hope we are above him, yes? I am sure he would see reason with enough persuasion, yes?
He pauses expectantly, clear eyes hopeful... then continues with a broad, friendly smile- teeth darkened by the constant chewing of cloves; My name is Ram Ironhand, from Osirion. He shakes the... paw of the oddly charasmatic ratman infront of him. His meaty fist swallowing the rodent's.
I greet you as a friend