Ęgirdor Biarnarson walked into the amazing hot spings of Soul Society. This was one of his favorite places to be. It was warm and quiet, or at least most of the time.
A few rowdy young soul reapers jumped into the pool where he was sitting. Ęgirdor turned and stared at the troublemakers with a look that would kill an elephant. They quieted down and Ęgirdor sank down into the pool and out of site.
He could afford to lay back here, In Soul Society it was relatively safe and the arrancar haven't been acting up. He rose out of the water and shook his head. He moved over to the corner and sat enjoying the warmth.
