Join the Guard!

You ponder over all your options. You could be a pleasure house worker-- no, no. Despite what Chief Dunefire said, you're really not very comfortable with that. Maybe something else. Maybe... the Summoner's apprentice? A mild grin appears on your face. Yes, now there's an idea. You could finally learn magic properly. You could finally learn to be a god amongst men...Oh, wait. But didn't Drak'ja say the sand witch who you would learn these things from had an apprentice before you? And didn't he say that apprentice got eaten by some kind of sand worm?
You shiver. No. Absolutely no. No price to learn magic should be that high. You'd just settle for a job which was a little more mundane. Not necessarily the bouncer, which seemed kind of risky. Not because of the thugs you'd have to deal with, but because of those vampire masters who Drak'ja said controlled them. You didn't want any part of that. You wanted something exciting but something which wasn't quite that dangerous.
Maybe be a bartender? Nah. That would mean pouring drinks all day, and listening to people whine, you didn't want to do that.
Perhaps... the floor service agent? Eh... no. You would just be serving people who act like you're invisible. You definitely don't want that job.
So what's left?
You sigh. You decide, that it seems you have settled on being a guard. This will mean you will help maintain order and peace within the small outpost. A job which when you think about it, really isn't that bad. After all, Drak'ja himself had said not many even dare to venture out this far into the desert. So the job of guarding the borders and of keeping the peace, should prove relatively easy.
You depart the tent, to let Drak'ja know of your decision.