Now that he wasn't using the wrong tool for the right job, Nyx could hear the man, his eyes lit up. "Be right down!" Standing from his kneeling position, he sheathed the weapon and did just a little ginger hop off the roof. With a delicate land, probably impressive to the common man, he held his hand out to the man who came by his tiny home.
"I'm Nyx." He offered.
Turning back to the house, he smiled. He been doing that a lot more. "I would love the use of some real tools." Glancing back. "I wasn't allowed to bring any with me, so I hadn't figured out where and what I was going to do yet." The man shrugged. "So where does a man find equipment around here? Just through those weird doors I have yet to touch?"