There was quite a variety of outsiders at the party, mostly female, he'll note; they certainly seemed to be the most common companion type, although a few of the deities had originally come from their kind, as well. Far fewer than amongst the mortal races, but some, nonetheless. A pair of Lillends were off to one side, exchanging stories in the musical tongue of Celestial, while a nearby succubus is propositioning one of the younger-looking gods, who's mostly ignoring her. A pair of attractive, human-sized mephits are off in a corner; one fire, one ice, a rather dangerous romantic liaison for both of them. A male pit fiend is reclining in a chair, chatting pleasantly with a god in a suit, while a pair of erinyes fawn over him. The room is suddenly blanketed in light, as a large explosion goes off overhead; someone created and set off a firework, and it doesn't take long to spot the sniggering, jackal headed man, as he tries to look innocent. Near the middle of the main hall, the Norse gods have gathered around a pair of massive tables, the beer flowing liberally, a number of other gods joining in their wild carousing, while a pair of elven gods perform fantastic swordplay maneuvers in the air above them.