astle Python stands at the end of a road just outside the Enchanted Forest. Ruled over by the benevolent, if somewhat eccentric, Lord Python, this castle is renowned for strangeness. Its sheep have been known to climb trees, its greatest export to Nevrast is cheese, and some reports—untrustworthy, surely—even suggest that the kitchen utensils walk around under their own power. Tales speak of explorers going mad under the pressure of such bizarre sights—some of these luckless souls were probably confined, for their own good of course, in the castle's dungeons.