"Well. I never seen the dead rise again." Nyx swirled the liquor more. "I admit, I much rather be living then dead." So he matched her shrug with a smirk. "Well it seems we will have to share stories."
Nyx tipped his glass into his mouth, and swallowed what was left feeling the burn all the way down. Once finished, he slid his glass over to her for that refill.
"Where I am from, I am what is called a Kingslaive, we mostly call our selves Glaives. We were selected by the king as his special forces due to our immense ability to channel the magic that his family provided." With a little stretch. "I fought for that man, and managed to do honor on that man, ensuring that Lu-" Nyx thought to that moment where he put the ring on. "That the Princess got out of the city when the battle came to Insomnia." When he received the glass back, Nyx looked at the contents, the smile on his face. A smile of a man proud of his actions. "In turn this and that happened, I asked for the Kings of Old for their power to protect the home that took me and my people in, and they did such." He held up one finger. "For the one night." Then he let it hang in the air, that he would die at the end of it.
"So." Nyx took a drink from his glass. "That's the short version." Then he reached down with his right hand pulling up on the hilt of the weapon revealing the blade. He then set it on the bar. "We Glaives use weapons like these, daggers, or even a few with sickle swords. These weapons keep us mobile and warping incredibly simple." Nyx spun the weapon on the bar so the hilt was facing Carol, while taking a drink from the mug.