He nods his thanks. The obvious storefronts have been picked through years ago, but there's always something. In the overlooked places.

"Depends on your definition," he muses. "Of fought. Honestly, the demons and spirits that come out of the rifts are some of the strangest things. They don't have any rules that govern their form. They can appear however they want to appear. You get variations on a theme, generally. But they get freaky. I've seen vampire lords and red lyrium encrusted knights." He shakes his head. "Haven't fought them." And one of those was kind of a dreamscape anyway. "Can't say I've faced anything like tentacle eyeballs. Or anything quite like what your mansion threw at us."