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"Lead on, MacScabior..." Trevor echoed, muttering it almost to himself as he shook his head. "You're a bit of a nutter sometimes, you know." Regardless of her nonsense he led the way down the short walk to the more popular of the town's pubs. "I'm an excellent source of information," he added, acting affronted at her earlier comment. "I know plenty."