A bag of holding, but you won't likely see it in traditional DnD games. It can hold all your change, but it usually stays the same. One at a time is good enough, but many design them. Louis, Chanel, Gucci, Prada, reserved in closets is where you'd find them.

With this prior to shots, it’s done by cops, Or it’s served Irish, twin burns when it’s hot. The cream in a bean crop, rises to its top. Contains the floats, of rooted pops.

I directed the masses in my day, but now I'm more often thrown away. The richest amongst you once sought to own me, but now I'm rarely if ever seen. I was known as the Gray Lady because I'm rather plain, but can you guess my common name?

Unseen, it marches on, never pausing, yet leaves footprints on faces. It flies when you're having fun but crawls in a dull moment. It's the silent sculptor of history, tireless and relentless.

Soon to be found on a history page I'm going extinct, but I'll tell you my age My precision outdated as my honest face But take me for luck, just in case!