Jacob takes the position behind Adnan, keeping a sharp lookout as they proceed through the city.  Not that there's much to worry about, really -- whether the Lion of Heaven truly fathered their line or not, Jacob knows perfectly well that he or any one of his divine-blooded siblings would be more than a match for any would-be assassin.  Still, it would be unhealthy to get in the habit of letting his guard down.<br/><br/>He spends a few seconds racking his brains, trying to remember if anything distinguishes the lands beyond the three Great Lion Gates from one another.  Nothing comes to mind that should make any real difference, so he shrugs.  "West, I think."<br/><br/>Adnan doesn't seem to care<em>which</em>direction they take out of Al-Ahlam, but he was fairly specific about how long the journey would be.  This is probably telling, but Jacob can't figure out how.