Twin bright things are on the head and they must be eyes. The way Glacius is looking at him, it forces him to stay back. Much as he wants to step closer to investigate, unbearable curiosity flooding every muscle fiber. 'Cept that lance is dropping. Glint of it keeps him back just like the eyes.

He blinks, then:

"I'm Nux!" Wavering with thrill-and-fear of the unknown, his gaze is wide. Maybe this is the Immortan of Valhalla. Some kind of god-king come to finally judge him. Maybe he should show more respect.

Instead: "Who're you?"