Miller leans forward to hear you. As your words land, the annoyance vanishes from his face. In an instant, all the blood drains from his skin. He turns pale, like a sheet of white linen.

He does not look toward the dark hallway. He does not even check to see if you are lying. Fear takes over him completely.

He moves fast. He scrambles out from behind the wooden counter, almost tripping over his own feet. He rushes to stand on your side of the room. He positions himself so that you and Garrek are between him and the open door to the back.

[b]"P-please,"[/b] Miller stammers. His voice shakes and cracks. [b]"D-don't... stop making j-jokes like that. Tell m-me you are lying."[/b]

He crouches low behind you. He grips the back of Garrek's tunic with a trembling hand. He refuses to look at the darkness behind the counter.