Camilla never really made it very far past the entrance to the inn.  First, the sudden falling snow made a mess of the street and was not well received by anyone outside, being so unusual.  Second, Nero had quickly excused himself and melted away into the thin crowds an finally she realized she had no idea where she was actually going to go.   She looked up and down the street slowly, finding enjoyment in the fresh cool air and the people that suddenly were passing quickly past.   But soon even that was boring so she turned and after a few tries was able to get back into the inn.<br/><br/>She slowly approached the table, her fingers tightening on the leather strap of her sachel and she did not make eye contact with any of the remaining people at the table for very long, feeling sheepish for again leaving the table and returning rather quickly.   "um, it's a bit strange outside since we arrived..." she offered no one in particular.