Yawning, Prowler walked into one of the abandoned buildings, looking for a bed and something to eat. There's nothing here. A broken hole, where there may have been a skylight.  Broken stools lying around, Man, this place must have gone through a terrible era. There was a torn out poster saying something about "Demolishment" on the ground. Picking it up, an idea ran through the warrioress's mind.

Speaking to the voices in her head,

"Well I do need the cash."

"No! I don't have a license to run a place like this."

"Well then, get one."

"What if the owner came back?"

"Look at this place. There used to be fine wood, mahogany, oak, even. there used to be a skylight from which you could watch the rain. Chandeliers spinning on top, a rotating bar in the centre, a ballroom filled with waiters, this may have been the place where stars gather. Now look at it. There's a cat urinating on the broken furniture. Who would come back for this?"

A smile spread across Prowler's face.

"Well, fine. But I'll change the name, to avoid paying taxes to the government, anyway."

"I don't know. It has a catchy name. Knightly Karma."

"I'm gonna name it, Daily Carma.Get it, coz..."
"STOP" there was anarchy in Prowler's head as all the voices scrambled to get the lead.

"Just kidding, guys. This restaurant will be as glorious as it once was. Let's fix it up first. Here, kitty."

Welcome to the KNIGHTLY KARMA

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It had been a few days since Prowler stepped into the dark room that was supposedly a bar. Now, it had been renovated. There was actual sunlight poring in through the skylight. She was rich now. And she had a hidden arsenal of weapons in places around the bar, in case someone decided to have some fun with the customers. The roof was glass. You could look at the stars at night, and when it rains, it would be pretty. She looked around, at the wooden stools and tables. That was some real wood. Nothing cheap. In fact, she had had the floor tiles removed and fitted with wooden planks. She had then put out a carpet on top. Only the bar area had no carpet. She didn't want any wine or booze spilling out on her carpet. She even had a nice big sign, the size of a billboard outside.

She stood at the bar. She was a bartender!

The girl with the voices waited for the first thirsty customer who would come through the door.

Tiny_Tim took time out of the day to bring the family in for a drink....

He nods slightly on his way in as Family would do. 

Jack and Coke.... Easy on the coke. 

Prowler silently waited at the bar, for whoever came through that big oak door. There were police sirens to be heard in the distance. She was starting to feel as though she had worked for nothing. And the chefs and waiters were threatening to leave, as they did not have anyone to cook for. Just when the quarreling in the kitchen was starting to get louder and louder, the bell above the door rang. Prowler had put it up, so the waiters would know a new customer has arrived. She turned to see a tall man, whose movement was as swift as the wind outside and his aura was that of a fierce shadow. It almost seemed like he glided over to one of the tables in the corner, on a seat for two, and sat down, silently waiting.

She was surprised for a moment, until one of her waiters got her out of her trance. Then, realization hit. She had customer! She nodded to the waiter as he disappeared behind the kitchen, and the quarreling instantly died. Stoves could be heard switched on. The crackling of the fire was reassuring. Food will be cooked today. Good food. She felt she must go welcome her first customer. She walked towards him with her head held high, and a warm smile on her face.

"Hello Sir. Welcome to Knightly Karma. We do have a menu. This is a new style of restaurant. All you have to do is tell us what you crave for, and we'll make it for you."

Signalling to a waiter, Prowler ordered him to get an order of Jack and Coke, easy on the coke, and the pad for an order.

"Please excuse me. My man, Johnny will take good care of you." And Prowler turned around and walked back to the bar with a majestic gait.

She sat down over at the grand piano and started playing nice music, for her customer and family leader, Tiny_Tim.