"Aw, hell." He rubbed his forehead. "From what I know there's just the one, all right? His name's Barclay. He's one of the magic folk that came across the portal from the other world, and wasn't too good at hiding, so he accidentally started those legends. I wasn't ever lookin' for him, he just happens to be in the group that's protecting my town from monsters. And I got roped into it."
He sighed deeply. "I never wanted this shit. Just wanted to have normal life, protecting the forest from dumbass kids, not monsters. Eating French Onion soup. Not believing in the shit Ned sells at the cryptid museum."