As the guests at the gala mingled and conversed, the clear sky once again underwent a dramatic transformation. This time, unlike Kranar's electrically charged storm clouds, the sky filled with ominous gray clouds, heavy and foreboding. Within moments, a torrential downpour began, the raindrops falling heavy and unrelenting, pattering against the grand glass dome.
Lathander, ever the observer of chaos and amusement, chuckled as he watched the sudden change in weather.
"Ah, Rainar's grand entrance," he commented with a mischievous glint in his eye. "He never disappoints with his theatrics."
He turned to the others, his amusement evident in his voice.
"Isn't it funny and rather amusing? Two gods at war, Kranar and Rainar, meeting under the same roof. And here we are, wondering if they can resist tearing each other's throats out." His laughter was light, finding humor in the tension that such a scenario presented.
