Where corvids come to to drink al'caw'hol.

I am a companion to your light, a mimic of your form. Ever close, yet never touch, and vanish at the break of dawn.

I’m a meat eating theropod from the late Cretaceous, I might have been bigger than T Rex and just as ferocious. If you’re not sure how to spell me, just ask any eight year old with a dinosaur jammie.

I exist yet you can't see me. I can move you but I can't be touched. I affect your life everyday yet you never notice me. I can kill you but without me you would also be dead. Some defy me, others fall.

I wear many coats though I’m not for the cold, I make strong folks cry, though I’m timid and old. Chop me to bits, I’ll still flavour your bowl