Goliath smiled faintly.
"Yes! After your view on this era, it's only fair to hear my view on this era."
Goliath tossed a bag of gold coins to the minstrel at the top of the bar and said, "You come down, I'll be the minstrel this time and tell everyone a story."
The minstrel took the gold coins and happily vacated the speaking spot.
"Kid! If the story's no good, you'll be in trouble!"
"Hey there, boy, you're bold enough to interrupt even a story that the great Pires is enjoying!"
The bar's patrons grew curious instantly, heckling arose, and some of the more temperamental ones started shouting loudly.
"The story should be quite interesting." Goliath gave a faint smile.
He started telling the story.
"In the north, there was a vainglorious king who built a tower much like the Tower of Babel, with a palace on top, but within just over a decade, the kingdom was destroyed, and the tower was abandoned,
