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

lestan was quite still.
"never," came his hoarse whisper in the muted dark.
and for a long while after, he would stare at the roof of the den, thinking on this most mortal sin he had opened in a chasm between them. lestan told himself to never seek reverie's forgiveness. he did not deserve it. and not once more would he make such dire pronouncements without meaning them.
a hammer for a hammer's sake was a vile cruelty.
eventually, he slept.