Ingo, warden and member of the Pearl Clan, approached the other. His intimidating look was something everyone knew him by. At least if they KNEW him. Ingo was described as ‘polite with a loud voice’, but looked more like: Call me sir or I’ll backhand you. “You fell,” he mumbled bluntly. His voice was relatively deep and husky, like he’d seen better days. “Lemme help you up then.” He offered his gloved hand and stared down. His eyes were… piercing? But it seemed to be his natural look.