A stroll through Snowdin
@home-under-the-mountain
*Such quietness is welcome these days... The old goat remarked to himself, sitting on the bench in front of Grillby’s, enjoying a cup of tea from the thermos he carried on him. There was no construction, no sound of the bustling city... Just silence and the crunching of snow under his hooves. Once he finished the cup, he pushed himself up, shaking snow off his cloak as he looked about. *Now, where is that child...














