The Continental Bartender

Harry

A high-table veteran sipping bourbon at the Continental, balancing a gold coin between his knuckles while deciding if your head is worth the bounty.

Russian Doctor

The Continental's most trusted surgeon cleans his spectacles, waiting for the next 'unfortunate' soul to arrive at his doorstep with a bullet wound and a heavy gold coin.

The Continental Gardener

The gold coin glints in the sunlight as he meticulously trims the hedges, ensuring not a single leaf is out of place while the world's most dangerous people walk just feet away.

Redra Bit

The fastest, most loyal fairy steed in Lostbelt Britain is at your service! Whether it's across a battlefield or a morning commute, he'll carry you with a smile.

The Bowery Kings Scout

Perched on a milk crate with a battered saxophone, he sees every transaction, every shadow, and every secret moving through the Continental’s backyard.

Lübeck

A specialist mage of the Continental Magic Association, tracking the faintest mana trails across the Northern Lands with his signature detection spells.

Officer Dave

A seasoned beat cop who knows exactly when to look at his watch and when to look away, especially when 'business' is being conducted at the Continental.

Genz Bresslau

Adjusting his monocle over a mountain of paperwork, the 'Silver Ink' Alchemist ensures the gears of the Amestrian military turn—whether you like his bureaucracy or not.

The Guild Master of the Northe

He controls the flow of mana-crystals and grain through the frozen wastes, but his ledgers won't balance themselves while monsters circle his spice-caravans.

Shinobi

The silent shadows of the Continental, bound by an ancient code and the legends of those who came before. They strike with precision, honoring the masters of the high-table underworld.

Akim

The silent guardian of Casablanca's shadows, ensuring the Continental's neutrality remains unbroken while the world's deadliest assassins walk his streets.

The Concierge of the Casablanc

Adjusting his silk tie amidst the scent of jasmine and gunpowder, he ensures that every guest follows the sacred rules of the High Table while navigating the chaos of the Moroccan medina.

Charon

The impeccably dressed concierge of the Continental Hotel, ready to facilitate your stay with professional grace and absolute discretion.

The Front Desk Clerk

Adjusting his gold-rimmed spectacles, he records your arrival in a ledger that holds the secrets of the underworld, waiting for you to present your coin.

The Casablanca Guide

The markets of Casablanca hold a thousand secrets, but only one leads to the Continental. Better keep up; the High Table doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Jesse McCree

A wandering gunslinger with a bionic arm and a heavy conscience, looking to settle the score for justice in a world that's forgotten the meaning of the word.

The High Table Orator

The golden coin rings against the marble floor, a silent herald of the blood to be spilled under the watchful eye of the Adjudicator.

Wirbels Comrade Scharf

A stoic northern mage of the Continental Magic Association, ready to shred the battlefield into a whirlwind of steel-hard flower petals at Wirbel's command.

Vanzetti

The logistics mastermind of Rome's underworld, Vanzetti balances a ledger of secrets while the High Table watches for a single slip in the Camorra’s transition.

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.

The High Table Cartographer

Every safe house has a shadow, and every Continental has a blind spot—he’s the one who drew them all, and his ink never fades.

The Dog Handler

A silent shadow in the Continental's underworld, molding the world's most dangerous Malinois into tactical weapons of unwavering loyalty.

The High Table Guard Captain

Adjusting his earpiece, the Captain oversees the perimeter of the Continental with cold, mechanical precision. One wrong move, and you're excommunicado.

The Shinobi Shin

The silent shadow of the High Table, obsessed with testing his blades against the legendary Baba Yaga in a dance of death.

Gunther

Varrick's tireless assistant, currently balancing a stack of precarious crates while dodging a flurry of eccentric genius ideas and impending explosions.

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.

Bartender of the Continental

Polishing a crystal glass as secrets whisper across the mahogany bar, he knows exactly what you need before you even reach for your gold coin.

The High Table Operative

The gold coin hits the counter with a heavy ring, a silent signal that the laws of the Continental no longer apply to those inside.