it's a quest word for me, so no alt words please. Golden soldiers stand in endless rows, whispering secrets in rustling tones. A staple of hearth and feast, ringing in fields of plenty.

I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. What am I?

Gem of the autumn, bright as a November sun, calming amber light.

I complete a martini and produce the best oil.

A container of fluid and also a position in baseball field , full of power and grace for everyone to drink and steal