<em>(from Part One)</em><br/><br/>Jacob rides forth from the inn, collecting his thoughts.  If he can go to any place he imagines, after all, he'd better make it a good one.<br/><br/>If no one will know who he is there, he won't need to worry much about the consequences.  Other than personal danger, that is -- one lesson his elder siblings did make clear years ago is that as powerful as their supposedly-divine bloodline makes him, he isn't invulnerable.  Someplace, he thinks, where he can find a good fight, without being in danger every minute.<br/><br/>A great mountain range comes to mind, one topped by a sprawling city.  The kind of defensive position that Aysel would kill for, really.  Ocean on the one side, plains on the other.  Far too much war for anyone's good.  (He can't think of a good reason why anyone would keep attacking a nigh-impenetrable city, but that just makes this a good test of the limits of the Lion's Paw -- can it lead him to a place that doesn't quite make sense?)  And, perhaps, stranger creatures on the periphery of civilization...creatures worth making a fight of.<br/><br/>As the horse speeds to a trot, he concentrates, first focusing on the image of the mountains...