Liara was patient. It was an Asari trait, something that had served them well for thousands of years. For someone a hundred years old who would probably live to see at least nine more centuries, a few minutes in a line wasn't something to get upset over. It was not the wait that began to drag on Liara, though, as she watched the people push and shove and try to get a few steps closer to the sword.

It was that she realized that every single one of these people were treating this like a fair, wondering who'd be the lucky one to pull out the sword, because that was all anyone cared about. No one seemed to have given even a moment's thought to what they might have to do once they pulled the sword out...just so long as they got to be the ones to do it.

When it came to her than not a single person in the line ahead of her had done anything before their King kidnapped a couple dozen people to do it all for them, she lost her temper. A little bit. Blue light flared around her, and with a practiced throw, she sent a ball of what looked like blue fire arcing into the air, over the heads of the crowd. Some fifteen feet or so above the fountain, it stopped, hanging in mid-air. However impressive that was, Liara was even more fortunate. A flock of songbirds, which had been sitting on a roof overlooking the square, took wing at the sight. And the singularity caught ten or so, pull them in around it, floating helplessly in the air as they struggled against a force no one could see.

Ignoring the line, Liara started towards the fountain, still wreathed in the blue light.