Answer:
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
I am good at concealing what's real and hide what's true. Sometimes I bring out the courage in you!
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language. What am I?
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.