"Ah, well...the lost Teddiursa concerns me greatly, but I am not well-suited to help with such a search any longer..." Really, even when he was a human, Ingo was an average swimmer; trying to rescue someone from the ocean would have been a difficult task indeed. Now that he's a fire-type, it feels nigh impossible. He's not as at-risk as many, but being submerged for too long does seem to make him feel unwell.

He taps his claws, scanning the other pages. What an odd way to hand out work! "Foraging sounds simple enough! That is what I did for most of my early days in Hisui!"