Joel Miller

Joel Miller. Down by the docks. Was what everyone said to desperate folks in need of some trading or something to be brought in or taken out of Boston. He had anything you needed and was more than willing to give it to you if you supplied something in return. But the name itself sent shivers down folks spines. An enigma was what Joel Miller really was. But hey, if you're as desperate as you look, he's the guy. Scary guy, though.

And so another desperate person in need managed to catch the name, and down to the docks they went. Joel was sprawled out on the pathetic excuse of a bed he slept on. The "bed" was a mattress, and he hardly slept anymore anyway. The gray, muddy sky bled into his room, illuminating the dark and sad room he occupied.