Locks Were Never a Difficulty for Puck

Puck sensed that Marsden was on the second level of the building - that he was still present, yet hidden away in the viewing room above.

He wanted to make formal contact this night and so the Elf kept his appearance set to tangible. He straightened his hair and proceeded up the stairs to the main deck.

Puck knocked briskly, twice, on the Captain's door.
"We're closed for the night - email headquarters in the morning,” a voice answered abruptly.

The door stayed firmly shut.

Locks were never a difficulty for Puck. He quietly spoke to it, asking it to remember unlocking itself earlier - and with that the lock decided to show him how, went 'click' and turned back – letting Puck inside.

Once there, he saw twenty or more young men entering data into their laptops. Several were counting and bundling notes into bank bags - whilst two others were doing the same with tokens of e-dollars and string medallions.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series