Salem's Condo is fairly nice, and a relatively short drive to the north side of town. A small gift wrapped box and card sit in front of the dark wooden door, and Salem scoops them up before unlocking the both locks holding the door open for his guests. He waits patiently for them to enter, before entering himself and locking the original two locks, plus an interal deadbolt.
The living room is fairly spacious, mostly taken up by a heavy oak entertainment center, stuffed to overflowing with a fairly large TV, several video gaming devices, and a bookshelf full of DVDs. A single over-sized and overstuffed couch sits directly across from the TV, and two heavily cushioned black leather La-z-boy recliners flank it. A small oak coffee table is littered with D&D books and a laptop. A shined silver keg sits in the corner, off to one side, with a small potted fern atop it.
The walls are a nice beige, just like the outside of the building, and contains a mix of tasteful glass-like shelves hold a few novels, and the occasional decorative axe, sword, or dagger. A single picture of what is presumably Salem's family is hung above the TV, right between an a pair of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles posters (one from each of the first two movies, both with a quartet of signatures).
The kitchen is separated by a bar/cabinet set that forms a little window. On said bar, sits a hunting rifle that's been partially taken apart, along with some basic gun cleaning supplies. Also a handful of notes and what look like they might be photographs. From a telescopic lens.
"Please excuse the mess, and don't go near the windows," The Moros says as he waits for everyone to settle in, indicating a window in the kitchen, and another near the entrance, both draped over with heavy dark brown curtains.
Once they're all at least somewhat situated, Salem points to Kite, "Start googling up the obituaries over the course of the last six months. Check for anyone named Camille, or any fortune tellers that have died, strangely or otherwise. Alfar, pull up fortune tellers in the area so we can start calling them up one by. Gallows, if you have any contacts in your profession, call them and see if anyone knows anything at all. Vaeltia, call up your friend in the PD. See if he can get us anything."