(Ire) Mad Boatswain Thelma


The heavy door thuds closed behind another prisoner locked up in solitary confinement. The offender clasps his hands together in supplication, begging to be spared. Thelma has no patience for such weak entreaties. The rules are the rules and no one is given exception. The keys jangle in their ring as the lock turns and her staff starts to glow.

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