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

he looked down toward it too, and reeled, and still he did not comprehend why she did not tend herself. panic. did reverie truly think she could not die?
he grew agitated once more, patting her paw with a trembling limb and nodding, for they had come to the end of their conversation; lestan could no longer hold these threads together.
"will you let me get arric now?" he asked, near breathless, his eyes limpid with worry. "you — the blood. it has to stop. it must."
or else all this was for naught.