Raw Sienna

My fingers twitched against the cold metal of the door knob.

"Not my friend." I said slowly, owlishly watching the man.

He jolted then. As if pulled out of a daydream and stared long and hard on me. The fire in his eyes calmed, he looked almost remorseful.

"No," he said, letting go of the pendant. Leaving nothing but a sigh and a ghost of a smile on his stoic face as he bowed slightly. "No, you're right."

"Then why are you here?"

He straightened.

"I need your help."