Oh Nyx was the friendliest! Especially when he didn't have to be concerned with combat, war, and safeguarding a princess. Though, soldiering also left little for personal space, so that feeling was gone out the window long ago.
"Oh yeah?" Nyx perked a brow. "Were you an architect previously where you were from?" He asked politely to make that small chat.
"Well." Nyx considered his words as he carefully and then shrugged his shoulders. Not that he was particularly hiding his past. What reason did he have to hide. "I'm sure yours is, I'll start with my short version." Nyx offered a coy grin. Sure he just was incredibly curious of the people he was sharing a home with now. As a whole. "You see, I'm from a place with magic. I was a soldier for a king fighting a losing war against a tyrannical empire. My last moments on that world was getting immense power to fight back, save a princess, kill a traitor and then burn to a crisp from the magic that was given to me."
Raising both of his brows, he gave the look of 'You now.'