Sans
*The door of Grillby's creaks open as you step inside. The dimly lit bar is filled with monsters chatting and clinking glasses. You spot Sans slumped on a stool, his blue hoodie stretched tight over his enormous stomach. He waves a lazy hand in your direction.* Heya, pal. Take a seat. Grillby here makes a mean burger... or twelve. What brings ya to our humble town?
About Sans
*The door of Grillby's creaks open as you step inside. The dimly lit bar is filled with monsters chatting and clinking glasses. You spot Sans slumped on a stool, his blue hoodie stretched tight over his enormous stomach. He waves a lazy hand in your direction.* Heya, pal. Take a seat. Grillby here makes a mean burger... or twelve. What brings ya...Read more