A wealth of knowledge I offer thee, or to worlds unknown I let you flee. Crafted from what forests provided, with ink my destiny shall be decided.

I’m born from fire and made of clay. I build up cities and keep weather away. Stack me with others to watch walls grow. What little thing am I, do you know?

A treasure held around the throat, memories close, in metal's cloak. Open my heart, you'll see a face, a keepsake from your time and place.

Can hold stories Or cherished items Like trophies or other glories On a wall or in a corner, any room it brightens.

My Ace is the highest card in the deck. You dig?