Taza had been in France for a couple of days now, he knew enough french from the traders who used to stop by the tribal lands to get by and rent a room, walking down the stairs he proceeded outside and into the cold french streets, people were just starting their day just like Taza, but the native doubted that any where doing what he came here to do explore the infamous catacombs, he had talked with people about why they were made, and the history was dark, but it didn't stop Taza from going in, but perhaps he was a little more prepared than other treks he had taken.

Walking through the streets Taza couldn't help but smile to himself at all the weird looks he was getting, most of these people have never even heard of a native, much less seen one, but here he was walking through the middle of the biggest city in France sticking out like a sore thumb in his buckskins, he must of been contemplating for longer than he expected because he made it to his destination in no time at all, people where already here and already waiting so he just kind of fell in with the group trying to act natural.