Octar shrugs, his armor clanking. "Let's move on." He turns from the room to enter the main chamber, unconcerned with looting the lizardmen's tomb. The idea the civilization was not Roman, and thus it is worthy of being subjected to whatever Romans choose to do, is an attitude that Octar can easily take in reference to ancient, non-human cultures, even if he would be uncomfortable with the suggestion that, say, modern Dwarves or Elves were somehow inferior. The distance of time and the alien nature of the lizardmen reduced it to simply pretty trinkets in a dusty room.
"Should we check out the bars, or head through the doors?" He gives the double doors a nod and points to them with his sword.