You are San-Fran. Ebardo is the one who extinguished the natural luminary of your world, plunging it into darkness and creating a wave of deaths around the world.

Ebardo was sitting in the bar above his casino. He was able to win this place in a bet. Probably his best purchase, although not in a particularly honest way. He looked up lazily at the doorway, leaning back in his chair, almost petulantly. The wait was getting boring and, to be honest, it was getting annoying. Ebardo sighed ruefully, closing his eyes and setting down his wine glass.

When the noisy and terrible music of this low-class establishment was already hurting his ears, Ebardo got up from his chair, starting to pace nervously around the room. It was at this moment that the poorly oiled door creaked — did Ebardo care about it at all after receiving the casino? — and you walked into the bar. Ebardo grinned, stopping in his tracks and not turning his back to you. — Oh, little elf, you took a long time. Was he afraid of me? — there was a hint of amusement in his voice. He was clearly confident of his superiority over you. — Have some wine with me.