On the way out of the Guildhouse, one of the younger Wizards, barely a tracery of tattoos across his forehead and cheeks rushed past her in the corridor.  "Did you hear?  They think Stonesmasher and Shieldbiter are back!"  He paused a moment, noticing the weapon on Cersei's back, and looked a touch disturbed, but then went charging on.<br/><br/>Within the Tarak Guild, the relatively common dwarven names of Stonesmasher and Shieldbiter had special connotations.  They were a pair of dwarves with a twisted relationship who delved a bit too deeply into unsavory aspects of Entropics and others.  The Guild knew they were moving a bit too close to the ancient warmagics that had brought about the Night Plague, so the two went rogue together almost a century ago, obliterating their tattoos and destroying parts of their amulets.  They were legends, and not in a good way.  Rumors had them summoning more Plague monsters, or working for the night breeds, or plotting some demented revenge, driven insane by their experiments.<br/><br/>The next wizard, a matronly halfling Cersei was reasonably friendly with, was more forthcoming with information.  Apparently, a short time ago, someone had sold a piece of jewelry to a pawnbroker, and a browsing wizard had today seen it and recognized it as an actual disfigured amulet.  Guild records had just confirmed it once belonged to Arran Shieldbiter.  If Shieldbiter was indeed back in Tarak, somehow, then Wurra Stonesmasher would not be far behind.<br/><br/>It may have been just a coincidence.  In fact, a sensible mind would pray that it was.  But it was unfortunate that this news came right around the time of the mission.