Camping Among the Marsh

I've departed from the safety of the hedge and have set off into the Lone-Lands, a land I've been to before. From what I know of the Lone-lands is that it houses Wargs, which I intend to hunt, the Eglain whose life is of a caution and survival. I've took great pre-cautions upon leaving Bree and entering the east road, most of checking my armor and weapons. It's been six hours into my journey, I've heard screeching and sharpening of blades and crackling of heavy things..goblins in the nearby marsh, horrid! I would tempt to rid of them but I cannot for my goal shall not be interrupted by a grudge against goblins. I've set up camp near one a oak tree of modest size, it's branches will protect me with some shade, although the snow will make a interesting alarm system incase anyone decides to disturb me. I've found something disturbing yet interesting, a man of interesting clothing, and statue, which claims he is of Bree-Town birth yet his demeanor proves otherwise along side his weapons, strange. Perhaps this is one of the rangers, that some Bree-landers rumor about? or perhaps he is just a traveler like me. I slept for the night, still curious, with who the man was or what he was. but I packed up my supplies and within five more hours arrived at the tavern known as the Forsaken Inn, finally...