"Oh yeah, we got that sorta monster too," he assures him. "Just..." How can Sweeney put it? "Humans dreamt up a good variety of shit."

He shrugs and takes a swig. "Some things made of nightmare, others ta be benevolent. Some in between. Faerie are a lot like that. Some look like 'em..." He tips his head to the man, implying himself and leprechauns as a whole. "Some more exotic. Some...look like all sorts of shit." There's a large list to choose from. "Horses that'll drown ya, some part fish. Others takin' pieces of bugs an' hares an' lizards ta shove together."

Sweeney takes a slow breath. "In towns, woods, the sea. Fae wander most places."