Semantics were something as it sounded. Though, Nyx never believed his own name was something that carried power. Sure King Regis was a widely respected man, but him? He was just a Glaive that people nicknamed Hero. Never allowing comrades to perish for no reason, and saving those he could.
Libertus.
His heart hurt at the thought. Though, to his knowledge he was tending to the princess and had got her out of the city.
"Pleasure is mine, Ms. Laufeyson." Nyx responded giving her an appropriately firm and respectful handshake. "It's funny, where I'm from I've heard of a Loqi. He was a general for Niflheim." Nyx thought on it. "I never crossed paths with him though." Shame, he'd of slayed him. "Though sometime, we may have to share stories. You seem like a woman who has some." Nyx offered a wry smile. "It's in the eyes."