Skirmish Before The Ruins

The air was chill, snow in sight, and everything that comes with Winter. I had talked with the patrons of the Forsaken Inn about local Wargs and luckily there is a whole bunch of them down south of the in some ancient ruins. Before I left the inn, one of the patrons asked me if he could get some coin for telling me the Warg presence, which is quite odd. I walked down the cobblestone stairs and unto the the untamed paths of nature. I was thirty minutes into my walk when a Goblin of small statue decided to attack me alone, it charged, I sidesteped, it raised it's blade high in a attempt to slash my chest, I parried then swiped my axe across it's chest and it fell to the ground and died. I looted the Goblin, prepared for just some odds and ends, but I was met with a note and at the bottom of said note it was a name I was all too familiar with me, the pack-leader of the Wargs I'm hunting. I put the note into my pockets and continued my walk. Within thirty more minutes was I in the ruins, not safe nor in danger, but on constant alert. I searched around the ruins, finding old pottery and coins, but nothing of value to me not even the Wargs that I could of found here. I returned to the Forsaken Inn with disappointment and even more shame. I bought a room for the night and of the early morning then went to sleep.