Morky Mork waddled into the dimly lit room, his heavy footsteps echoing against the cold stone floor and his trusted c ompanions by his side. His round figure swayed with every movement, and his flushed cheeks glistened with perspiration. Despite his size, Morky’s eyes held a mischievous glint, hinting at the creative mind that lay within his bulky frame. As a hired henchman, Morky was known for his unorthodox methods and unexpected strategies. He never relied solely on brawn; his intellect was just as formidable. Whether it was designing intricate traps or crafting intricate plans, Morky approached each mission with a unique perspective and was eager to please Veluspa in whatever mission she had concocted.Â
 The criminal underworld had come to appreciate Morky’s uncanny ability to solve problems in the most unconventional ways. While others relied on force, Morky preferred to outwit his opponents, often to their dismay. His chubby fingers ran across his bulging belly as he calculated his next move.
 Though Morky’s physical appearance confused many, he possessed surprising dexterity and agility. He would squeeze into narrow spaces, his excess weight seemingly defying gravity as he tiptoed along rooftops or balanced on precarious ledges. His adversaries often underestimated his mobility, granting him the upper hand and Veluspa was certainly hoping for the same results.
