For the fantasy job meme, I am good at cooking, and I have professional experience with studying human remains.
I've also owned pet rats for several years.
(ask game where you tell me something and I give you a fantasy job)
You're a compounding apothecary and commercial supplier of reagents and ingredients.
Listen, court wizards may all say they personally go out and collect pure drops of morning dew from spider's webs at dawn, but it would be absurd for them to actually do it. They have other obligations. Someone out here is collecting, storing and supplying the necessities — and that's you. You run a cluttered, fascinating little store full of plant and animal matter, with rustling cages and careful temperature control charms. Some of your supplies you source from specialists, like the dragon scales, but some you grow or collect yourself.
In your back room, surrounded by benches of gleaming polished stone, you compound potions precisely to order. A lot of these are probably presented to minor lords with fluttery assurances that oh, no, of course the sorcerer presenting this made it himself! but losing out on credit doesn't move you very much — you charge for time, materials, and expertise, and you get paid very well indeed.
