Another day of yelling and annoyance. The tavern, filled with noises and constant arguing, became at a slight halt and silence when Miller entered. Yes, there was still speaking, but it was very hushed and silent. Miller went onto his day of bickering and yelling at Skary, Skary ran off to his small little hiding spot under the taverns bar. Miller never really liked Skary, it was obvious from the start.

Miller was enjoying the silence, resting back and crossing his arms in his chair and undisturbed silence. Nobody liked Miller, not because he was weird, or annoying—No, it was because he was genuinely intimidating.

His gaze landed on the person sitting in a different table, obviously trying to avoid any contact with absolutely anyone. It wouldn't really matter to him, he didn't care about what others care or wanted.

“Hey, you, come sit with me, think twice about even speaking.”

He said, his voice threatening in a way, of course, he didn't mean it, or did he?..

His voice was genuinely laid-back and easy-going, like he's been through so much that theres nothing that could literally affect him any longer.