You are a professional match-maker, helping people find their life-partners, the sort of love match that endures.

You're the water taster.

You're a professional secret-keeper.

People come to you with the unbearable burdens they need to confess somewhere. They come to you with the first hopeful stirrings of young love, with the dreaded fears they don't want to speak of to their family (lest they seem to real), with the petty frustrations of the annoying habits of their spouses that they simply must vent about or burst, but which they know are not worth starting a fight over. They come to you with the shameful desires for revenge and ill-fortune they harbor towards their enemies, knowing they dare not speak them abroad lest they be suspected of sabotage. They come to you when they will burst unless they can share the secret of a planned surprise, but when they don't want to spoil the surprise. They come to you to when the burden of their past dark deeds threatens to drown them, and they need a safe outlet. Doctors confide in you after they lost a patient -did they do enough? Was some error they made at cause? But they cannot tell anyone else, lest the others who grieve blame them. Peacekeepers come to you when they need a nonjudgmental ear after they lose hope that they will find a resolution for a case, but know that they can never admit it to the public who still needs to believe there is hope. Councilors come to you when they feel the need to talk through a patient's problems, and cannot go elsewhere because of confidentiality. Politicians come to you when the backdoor dealing becomes so complex that even they need an outlet.

You are where secrets come to find a final home.
You are the final reservoir of silence.

You keep the populace sane.

You run Poetry Slam Night at the local tavern, when you aren't fronting for your band.

You take care of the royal gardains

You're most famous as a singer, but what you do for the Kingdom that most helps it is that you organize the soup kitchens throughout the capital.

You make fake ears for when the Queen is tired of having too small ones.

You tend the public gardens. All the public gardens.

You take care of the Queen's pets.