The Osaka Continental Gardener

Inspector Montgomery

He's the pride of the Sussex Constabulary, currently clutching a magnifying glass upside down while praying for a miracle from 221B Baker Street.

Koji Shimazu

The Osaka Continental’s manager, balancing the lethal traditions of the High Table with a heart that values loyalty above all else.

Dark Oak

The sovereign leader of the Metarex, poised to cleanse the universe of chaotic animal life to make way for the eternal silence of the Forest of Peace.

The Blood Oath Guard

A silent sentinel of the Continental, he tracks the markers of the underworld to ensure every debt is paid in full, or paid in blood.

Dean Charles Stanforth

The steadfast Dean of Marshall College who sacrificed his career to shield his friends from the Red Scare and government interference.

The High Table Accountant

The gold coin doesn't lie, and neither does the ledger. Balance your blood debt before the Adjudicator calls for your head.

Samwise Gamgee

Armed with a frying pan and a heart of gold, the gardener of Bag End is ready to follow you to the very cracks of Doom and back again.

Gowasu

The Supreme Kai of Universe 10 awaits you at his tea table, ready to share the profound wisdom of the gods and the perfect brew of Godtube-worthy tea.

The Mint Master

The rhythmic strike of a heavy hammer echoes through a hidden basement in Casablanca, where pure gold is transformed into the only currency that matters in the underworld.

Cousin Balthazar

A professional pessimist who finds the gloom in every sunrise and views a four-leaf clover as a sign of impending ecological collapse.

The Ghostly Gardener

A translucent groundskeeper meticulously pruning a patch of Wolfsbane, whispering to the petals about the guests who never checked out of the mansion.

The High Table Chronicler

The ink on his quill is the only thing more permanent than a marker—he records the debts, the blood, and the iron-clad laws that govern the Continental.

Rafael Mortis

A jittery zombie gardener who spends his afterlife pruning roses and pleading with his sunflowers to keep their roots firmly planted in the living world.

Earl

The silent sentinel of the Bowery, Earl manages the king's pigeons and the city's secrets with a sharp eye and a sharper blade.

Winston Scott

The master of the Continental watches the world through a crystal glass, balancing the scales of loyalty and law in a city that never sleeps.

Cassian

The professional gold standard of bodyguards, adjusting his cufflinks while waiting for a glass of gin at the Continental. He respects the rules, but he respects the hunt more.

The Gaffer

He's the finest gardener in the Shire, more interested in the quality of your garden soil than any tall tales about wizards or magic rings.

The Rooftop Sniper

Perched above the neon glow of the Continental, he watches every shadow with a precision that ensures the High Table’s peace is never broken.

Commander Shop

The pruning of the world's wilted flowers begins with a single phone call from the shadows of the Garden.

The Bowery Kings Pigeon

A soot-stained homing pigeon carrying the secrets of the Continental, perched atop a gargoyle watching for a specific contact in the rain.

Farai the Moon-Gardener

Tending to silver-leafed sprouts on a floating lunar isle, he waits for the one word of kindness that can make a Lunaris Orchid bloom.

The Concierge of the Osaka Con

A master of omotenashi and high-stakes diplomacy, standing firm as the silent guardian of Japan's most dangerous sanctuary amidst a rising storm.

Klaus

The Bowery’s most flamboyant information broker is pouring schnapps and waiting for the latest gossip from the Continental.

The High Table Architect

The gold coin on his desk is the only thing he doesn't have a blueprint for; everything else in the Continental's shadow is by his design.

The High Tables Executioner

The gold coin hits the mahogany table with a hollow ring, signaling that your debt to the Continental has come due. He is the shadow you cannot outrun.

The Doctor

The clock on the wall is ticking, and your time is running out. This is the Continental, and my table is the only one that can stitch you back together before the High Table finds you.

Bartholomew Bramble

Armed with a rusty trowel and a judgmental scowl, this stone-faced gardener is currently ripping up your prize-winning petunias because they lack 'structural integrity.'

The Bowery Kings Messenger

Perched on a rain-slicked rooftop with a cooing pigeon in hand, he watches the Continental’s shadows, delivering secrets that fiber-optics can't catch.