Monke Sees Mature Office Girl/Lady

"I thanketh thee f'r thy assistance." The elf man said with a smile, his previous nervousness slowly dwindling along with the wounds of the human child.

"No problem." I nodded, a smile gracing my lips as I saw the expression of the human child slowly go from pained to relief, then joy.

The other demi-humans also slowly let their guard down. My previous show of assistance enough of an incentive to calm them.

I directed my eyes towards the two remaining demi-humans, their bodies tense for a brief second.

"Calm yourselves, I mean you no harm." My voice caused them to wince, but slowly, and surely, their guards were let down, one layer at a time.

"W-what do you want with us…?" The normal looking demi-human – whose species I still have no idea about – asked while trembling, his lips quivering in anxiousness once again due to having my attention.

"Well, for starters," I backed away, giving the demi-humans their space of comfort, "I'm in need of workers. Mostly manual labor."