Nyx and Thor
Civilian life wasn't something that fit well with Nyx, honestly. Then the exact flip side of that coin was that it was a simple breath of relief to not be in constant conflict with an enemy force that wanted to kill and destroy everything you stood for. Of course, Nyx wanted to help those who might have needed help, and by the stories he had heard there was some reason for it. Between the supposed ghost causing a bit of chaos, or in times where outside sources to caused discomfort or peril- one could always be prepared.
Now following the dutiful soldier in him, he was pretty timely in his arrival, finding something that would work well to work out in, naturally in black as his nature and comfort fit. He let the man at the front, who he assumed was Thor, do his talking and once pairing was made up he approached the man.
Right hand extended outright, he greeted himself. "Thor, I assume." With the confirmation and through the handshake he followed up. "I'm Nyx. We spoke briefly." He glanced around the people who showed and offered a coy smile. "Seeing the people who arrived, I'd call this pretty good." With his attention back to the other male. "I guess I specialize in small arms," Nyx gestured with his hands about the size that was his kukri's length. "I think my specific specialization might fall short since none are from where I come from- but I can assist in simple martial training." That much alone could save a life or two.