By broom I travel through the night, with whispered spells and flickering light. A pointed hat upon my head, old tales are where my name is said.

Some call me a walking dinosaur, but I'm actually a mammal. I'm also said to have inspired stories about unicorns, although I'm not the most elegant of all.

I’m known for blue grass, fancy hats, and a sweet amber liquid.

Fortresses of fantasy, where kings and queens rule. Built on dreams and sand sometimes, they tower over moats and history, guarding secrets of yore.

Tea and witches. A green monster and Pilgrims.