The young dirty-blonde man wipes the milky froth from his lips and beckons the bartender. The Zora serves him another ice-cold cocktail of coconut milk: his new favourite treat.
"Add another shot." Ningan demands.
The bartender hesitates. "It's just after noon."
"So what?!" he exclaims. "It's been a hard day!"
The Zora grants his wish and dunks another shot of milk into the glass. Ningan takes a thirsty swig and lets his troubles wash away with the cleansing taste of coconut.
He hails from a land named Hyrule: a glorious kingdom under the rule of Her Majesty Princess Zelda. He and Zelda were once childhood friends. When she reclaimed the crown after the prolonged seven-year reign of the tyrannical Ganondorf, she appointed him as Royal Advisor: a position once held by his mother, Impa.
As Royal Advisor, he occupied a seat at the Royal Council of Hyrule. Alongside the Royal Diplomat, the Royal Scholar, and the Royal Commander, he served Princess Zelda in assisting in the day-to-day political affairs of Hyrule. One day, however, he was dispatched on a covert mission to recruit lost members of his clan, the Sheikah tribe. This mission took him far from Hyrule into the vast unknown continent.
Princess Zelda ordered the Royal Council to accompany him under false pretences. However, when the truth was unveiled, the scorned members of the Royal Council abandoned the mission and collectively disbanded. Ningan was left to roam the continent alone.
Henceforth, he journeyed south-west, to the seaside town of Oblimos. Oblimos was once a secluded fishing village that grew into the continent's main port. All foreign goods must bypass the tight security measures imposed by the Zoras who operate the port, known as Zora Harbour.
While the Zoras oversee the port's day-to-day operations, the town has become dominated by tourists, who flock from all over to relish the endless sun and warm seas. As such, Ningan is able to blend in without any question or hindrance. This is what he likes most about Oblimos: nobody cares enough to know his real name.
"I thought I might find you here." the Zora pianist from Sidon's appears at the bar. "I'm on my break. Mind if I join you?"
Ningan rolls his crimson eyes as the Zora pulls up a barstool next to him.
"I heard you got fired."
"Long time coming…"
"I could try and persuade Sidon to give you your job back-"
"Don't want it." Ningan responds assertively and swigs his drink.
"How else are you going to pay your rent?"
"None of your business." the man snaps. "What's it to you anyway?"
"Calm down!" the Zora raises his fins in surrender. "I was just trying to help!"
Ningan slams his glass down on the bar and leans aggressively into the fishman's supple-skinned face. "Unless you can magically produce Rupees out of your pockets, then you are no help to me. Stick to playing the piano."
He tosses his tip across the bar and marches moodily out of the building. The Zora watches him go with a dejected sigh.
