Lathander thought it over and over, but he could only come up with two possibilities: one was some Divination Archmage lurking in the shadows... the kind who was utterly mad, locked either inside this crystal ball or that tattered book.
But Amaunator... Lathander felt that after going through that great Netheril deception, that fellow should never trust another Mage's words again.
Though saying that sounded a little like he was speaking up for that fool Amaunator, as someone who had once been his neighbor, Lathander more or less understood why Amaunator had squatted there to watch the show without any intention of stopping that fool named something-or-other from making a move.
Amaunator had put far too much faith in his status as the god worshiped by Netherese Archmages.
Even Lathander found it a little unbelievable... everyone knew that the reason Netherese Floating Cities could fulfill all those tedious regulations was entirely because of the laws and policies Amaunator had established.
The Netherese Mages respected Amaunator not because he was the Sun God, but because he had given those Mages, none of whom would submit to another, a reason to live in the same city. He had allowed them all to find their own place and a better goal.
After all, at that time, dragons and Elves were the strongest forces in the world.
The Netheril Empire had begun as nothing more than a group of unlucky Mages gathered together to survive.
Otherwise, what Mage would willingly live in a crowd?
What Mage would so easily submit to another Mage? Unless that Mage was their teacher.
Amaunator had not been any kind of good person back then, but at least he had been clever enough... so he found an excellent point of entry.
Before the other Gods of the Faerûnian Pantheon