He’s a cheerful sort, who took up the job of cleaning the Ragged Flagon and Cistern because Vekel needed the help and he needed some coin. It’s not a glamorous job, but Morgund doesn’t need glamor. He needs a collection of people he can call his own. HIs size has always been a point of comment. He’s tall (especially for a Breton), but he’s also broad shouldered and thick limbed. When there's trouble in the Flagon, Morgund can step in, his thick handled broom settled threatening over his shoulders, and quiet things down. If you ask, he’s also happy to put his large hands to work massaging battle-tightened shoulders or sneaking-sore thighs.