The dangerous precipice overlooks the valley below.  The ground slopes down to the edge here.  Dirt crumbles down to the edge of the cliff.
Dangerous Precipice, Mountain
an acolyte preparing for evening prayer service
mother
I am the king's mother. When I was raising him, I did little to stop his cruelties to other children. I am now the mother of a bloodthirsty warmonger. I have been imprisoned because I dared speak up when he murdered his sisters' husbands. I am full of regret.
I am here to speak to the head priest. I must beg for forgiveness. I am afraid the only one at this dangerous precipice whom can receive your forgiveness is the Lord himself Well of course, acolyte. But as you an I both know, the sacred texts declare the head priest as the mouthpiece and ear of the Lord.  Yes of course! I'm sorry to be so cryptic. I mean to say that you must head to the church. There you will find the head priest preparing his sermon for this evening. Will you accompany me? Why the path to the Church is straight through this dangerous precipice I'll never understand. I've just finished gathering the flowers which grow here and am headed there myself. I would be happy to accompany you. I wonder, are you fond of this priest? I am very concerned that he was appointed by my son. Oh you're the Bishops mother! I haven't much experience with the man but of course I have heard the rumours. I'm afraid the rumors may be true. A terrible man, my son is. Someday's it's challenging to be a member of this church, knowing what we do. I've never been to knowledgeable of the actions of this ancient order. What do you do exactly? Well I assist in ceremony. Most of my duties are preparing the necessities such as gathering flowers, lighting candles and readying the incense.