A body of water that proves that isolation is safety.

In lands of old, I stand so tall, a silent sentinel of stone. A storyteller in the square, pointing ever to the sky, yet never touching it.

English learners often misspell this word, changing it from something that is often vast and hot to something that is often small and sweet.

Without my first two, if you know how to use me, I point the way. As a whole, I envelop a certain area, so to say.

All around you I shall rest To protect your noble crest; From banners high to dungeons low, I prevent your overthrow. If a Gatherer Magician you might be, Only by air you may pass through me!