The soft grind of carriage wheels against cobblestone echoed through the cool night air with a low hum as there was not much noise coming from any other sources to interrupt it from being the loudest noise. Frami was beginning to believe he'd ridden in to the catacombs already the place was so deserted. He supposed night wasn't really the time of day for a leisure stroll, he knew that well enough, but the thought of taking a walk under the veil of night spitting distance from a place rumored to be haunted now that was just a walk for the suicidal or stupid. 

The carriage driver brought the mas to a slow stop accompanied by the whinny of horses kicking at the ground to come to rest. The driver looked back at him expectantly knowing his end of the deal had been met and was expecting compensation for getting him this far. Frami could simply high tail it now as the man seemed to be hesitant to go any further choosing to leave him close to his destination, he wouldn't follow him. It was his first time in Paris, he thought, at least make the first transaction he had genuine then that way any succeeding guilt would be wiped clean, that was street math for you. He pulled out his wallet and placed the agreed amount in the driver's open palm. Just as he was about to dismount from his seat the driver gave him one final word. "God Bless you." Frami exchanged a quick smirk with his parting words and says "He's already done it once." 

With a brisk walk he'd made his way to the catacombs never once dropping his guard or keeping his vision static. If his neck wasn't moving one way it the going the other and he kept close to light sources to be able to see the shadow of a potential attacker should they be behind him. 

He was dressed slightly better than usual, hell he had to impress the people of Paris. He wore a long sleeve button up shirt with the sleeve rolled to the elbows under a black vest with matching black slacks and combat boots he'd snagged from a cobbler in Italy. From his forearms down bandages wrapped around found their way, he had a tendency to get into fights, the bandages around his arms were there for insurance against hurting his hands, or at least that's what he's learned. 

With a small grin he'd noticed the three standing near the entrance to the place of the hour. All three of them looked rather well off financially from a first glance and all quite the lookers by his interpretation. Well doesn't he feel special to be surrounded by such pretty faces, lets see if there was a brain attached to those looks, there usually isn't. "Well hey there slicks, here to risk life and limb for a little adventure like I am?" he grinned but spoke rather genuinely trying to put his best foot forward.