Vadya made a face at the little trinket.  Faerie powder indeed.  Dyed sand was more like it.  She couldn't believe that people still bothered to think there were magics like that in the world anymore.  Whatever made Trent happy though she supposed.  When Marcos insinuated that he had taught Vadya any sort of lesson in the last two days she stopped dead in her tracks.  "Excuse you?  Oh, I don't think so.  I have my own reasons for what I did and they definitely do not include you being any kind of influence."  She didn't know why the comment had made her so angry, but it was all she could do to turn around grab Troy and start hiking in the other direction.  She did, however, lean back to the young man, annoyance written all over her face.  "That's Marcos.  He's a smug, self important, jerk.  He also happens to have an air ship and a bunch of lackeys and likes to play pirate."