A water salesman. A very prudent choice in profession, Ajax-Vei had to admit. There was indeed a market for that sort of thing in a barren desert such this. Though why he required any servants was beyond him. True, the Black Marsh had many plantations owned by humans or elves living along the more 'civilized' locales - Argonian slaves mostly, though it wasn't unusual for other races to serve as hired hands or slaves themselves - but they needed workers to work with plant-life and such. It was hardly glamorous work, or very ethical, but Ajax-Vei couldn't do anything to change it, so he didn't think it prudent to worry about such things. Meanwhile, the Argonian couldn't see why it was necessary [i]here[/i] of all places. Surely all he required was a bucket, and a well or underground cistern? 

Mmm... Underground cistern. He could really use one of those right now...

"Thhh.... Forget any ideas you have about dusty tomes, boring mages, and long nights cooped up in a study. Archaeology is about facts. I'm about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging up Tamriel. If I have to follow maps to buried treasures where X marks the spot, I will," the Argonian scholar explained as he followed after the elderly Bosmer.