Alora nodded in response to Ronan and leaned back in her chair, surveying the room. She quite frequently did this in crowded situations, to figure out if she needed to flee or stay. She pulled out a pack of well worn tarot cards, and started shuffling them out of habit. As a new person entered the room, a new card was flipped for them. Finnegan, the fool. It was obvious to everyone he wasn't quite all there. He was a genius with potions, and Alora was happy for his help, but there were times, she could tell, he was talking to someone else, but no one could hear them. 

Siobhan, the lovers. For someone who had lost so much, she was so happy. It was something to do with Kyle, Alora was sure. They seemed close, but not quite there. 

Bertha, High Priestess. She was one of the older members of the group, and very wise. She was a champion duelist if Alora remembered correctly. She was also second-in-command.

When Viktor had appeared, Alora faltered for a moment when she noticed him looking at her. She offered him a nod and flipped over a card. The Hermit. It was a card she had come to associate with herself, but it also made sense for Viktor. They both spend much of their time alone, away from others. She did go on missions from time to time, but... she was still alone in a way.

Ludo... she paused in her card flipping on Ludo. She did not know him very well. He was still new to her, a smuggler, if she recalled. It was hard to keep track of members of the Ashes sometimes. She flipped the card. The Hanged Man. She sighed. She was letting her lack of knowledge cloud her mind. She was suspicious, but that did not mean Ludo was not here to help. She shuffled all the cards again and decided that she was done with them for the moment. She turned her attention back to the rest of the group, still waiting for Ronan's announcement. She did perk up at the mention of Horcruxes. She had heard something about them before, but it was Dark Magic. Not the magic Alora associated herself with at all.