Sleepless Nights

We are traveling to Deadplains. All I know for sure is that Samson Arwyle wanted us to go here, but he honestly didn't say anything else. I don't know what's coming or why. We shall see, I suppose. Just gotta keep on movin'!
 
We camped in a swamp. Lacchan, whose powers were unknown to me up until this moment, turned into some sort of monkey and went swinging through the low trees. He comes back, leads us to the only dry spot I have seen yet in this place, and starts to make camp. I find him weird, but useful. He seems nice. I feel like he's soft.
 
Me and Ecci take watch. We don't talk much. That's okay, it's a nice night. We hear gunshots, lots of them. We wake the others, I gather up my things - apparently, I take too long! Sorry! I have stuff everywhere, okay!!! - and head off to find the source. Gotta help them if they're in danger! I don't think that's why the others are going, but at least they are going at all.
 
We have a long night. Ends up being a bunch of frontier soldiers fighting against some rebels. I give prayers to the lost, give rites to their dead. We are awake all night, all morning. We travel with the regiment and end up in Rattlevale. It is skeeeeetccchhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy here. That's fine, I'm used to that!
 
I... uh.... drank too much. Yet again. The vice doesn't let up its hold on me, does it? At least it was a blast. I guess I stayed up all night, partying with everyone in the tavern, waking up on the floor of the bar. I don't think I said anything too untoward? I hope not.
 
We left, going to Deadplains. We will be there within a few days. I will write then. Who knows what will happen next. This is a lively bunch!