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

Lestan, no! Reverie stood at once, would block his exit bodily if she had to. I don't want Arric here. I want you here.
Don't leave me again, A finality to the words; a desperation. Reverie sought to pull him close. She did not want to lose him again. Could not! If you send Arric here, I - I'll just find another den. I don't want him. Please. But she couldn't bring herself to beg again. How many times had she begged him not to leave?