Karram sheathed Oakbane and sat back down. He listened to Autmumn give her answers, one offering little to no details and the other giving a sufficient and plausible reason. Karram let his arm sling over the end of the chair as he assumed a more laid back posture. It was unlike him to do so, but at this point, his brain was fried and the excitement from earlier was finally taking its toll. The conversation quickly returned to the capturing of a vampire... one high enough in the ranks to offer information or play along with their plans, but not too high as to instantly sound the alarms when he or she didn't show up for dinner. Karram ran through a list of names in his head, but the majority of those he'd been in contact with were either dead or too close to the end boss. He did have one skill that could prove useful in this situation, however. He sat up in his chair and looked towards the group.

"If we can't get the vamp to help us, we could attempt an inside job. Snag the vampire, interrogate em, and then I can disguise myself with their likeness and hopefully walk in to the club freely. From there we stage a- I don't know- a Trojan horse routine or something and get to our target? Just a thought, a... last resort or alternative route." Karram would shrug with each progressively less confident sentence. He wasn't thrilled to throw himself to the dogs like that, but if he was going to avenge his uncle's death and help this ragtag group stop the damn mummy, he'd have to share what gifts he had to offer.