For a long moment, Tom just stared at them all. Then he lowered his stick and shook Quinn's outstretched hand.
"Black Tom Cassidy. Or Woodsman, but no-one really bothers with that anymore. So, eh... who's the rest of yeh?" He glanced around the others, carefully avoiding looking at Ghost Rider. He's no-where near drunk enough to deal with that, right now.
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