Swiftcurrent Creek Keep it cool; what's the name of this club?

this time lestan roused and looked, his eyes growing hard. 
blood had been what had driven him from swiftcurrent befoe — her blood.
and blood was what he had paid to get back.
"no!" he snapped, settling little blossom as gently as if she were a gilded lotus before he stalked over to reverie.
consumed by fear and anger and regret, lestan mayfair put his foot down. "you're not going anywhere. you need to stay and rest and heal. or else i'll — i'll send you back to kvarsheim." his features trembled. "without h-her. i won't let you run around in — a state anymore, reverie! we have work to do and if you think you can rest better with bjarna and gunnar, i'll take you, today!" lestan cried. he loved her! did she not see? "we need @Arric." he did not wait for her to argue as he called out for the man.