The man answered with a hearty laugh. "Call me Thomas." Ruby smiled awkwardly—he could tell Maka didn't quite trust this man yet, but hopefully she would come to a little.
Thomas gestured with a hand towards the various potions in the tent. "Feel free to look around, I've got the rarest potions in the desert."
He took out another scroll and a quill pen, dipping it in a pot of ink nearby. He glanced down at the scroll and scribbled things down—orders, calculations. He glanced up once more. "So, tell me, Maka, how'd you and Ruby meet? In all the years I've seen him, he's never traveled with someone else."