Zahir takes another big swig of his scotch before turning back to the man. "Indeed I am. I was heading down to the town about 50 miles from here before the storm came in. Raining way too hard to keep on now. Going to have to wait it out." He shrugs his shoulders. "Thank the gods an inn was here, or all my merchandise would be soaking wet.  That would have been a calamity."