One of the feasting ravens looks up, seeing the glow of headlights quickly coming at it. It caws in fear and rushes up into the air, as Sals' mechano-hog races past. He honks the horn, a sound of strange percussions, as he yells out, "Stupid bird! Outta tha' way!"
He drives into the ruins of Gilneas City, eventually coming to a stop in front of a tailor's shop. The broken glass windows once held a display of mannequins and an assortment of clothing, but most had been looted a long time ago. Dismounting, Sals' clicks a button, and the mechano-hog reverts to a small box the size of a plum. He stuffs it away into one of his endless pockets, and walks towards the entrance of the shop.
After several attempts to open the door, and failing miserably, he stands back and looks at the entrance, quirking an eyebrow. Eventually, he pulls out a strange device, which appears like a rubber ducky. He squeezes it a few times, making the tell tale sound, and then whips it forward. It bounces on the door, exploding into a brilliant fireball, engulfing wood and glass alike. After a few moments, the fire subsides, and he grunts, straightening his tie. Sals looks around, then walks inside.
Once inside, he looks around, assessing the situation. Once a shop and workplace, now littered with debris and rubble, and his burning entrance didn't help matters. But moving past it all, he finds what he was looking for; An entrance to a basement, hidden behind what had once been a large shelf, but now was open. As he walks through to the stone stairwell leading down, he takes note of the strange eldritch runes marking the entranceway's frame.
Below, a terrible smell of rot and brimstone permeates the air. Sniffing in disgust, Sals takes a cigar out from his pocket, one of his best, and snaps his fingers. It immediately lights up, and he begins to puff it heavily, looking around at the altar, the melted candles, the demonic effigies, and the rows upon rows of bookshelves and cabinets. A wide grin spreads across his face.