The sun was setting now, and the village of Marbaden was still consumed in a joyous party. From within the tavern the laughs got ever more raucous, while outside the musicians played on, the dancers danced, and the sky was turning a hazy pink ( Read more... )

*steps forward with a sheepish smile* Ah, hello, everyone. I’m Jacob Grimm, and, er, I’m a collector of sorts. Of stories. And folklore. My brother Will and I, we-well, we’re kind of at a loss for work at the moment, but I suppose you’d call us travelers ( Read more... )