Pretending to read over a fellow Freelancer's shoulder, Pig grunts out, "What is seeing?"
"It's a notice, well a request for bids on supplies."
"Supply? What that?"
Passing his will check not to roll his eyes the Freelancer keeps a straight face, "Supplies like bandages, clothing, you know. Medicines too."
Beaming, Pig smiles and nods. "Pig can doing for that. Is will maker whiskey juicings." Wiping his nose with the back of a large dirty hand he continues, "That lot good medicine."
Blinking, the Freelancer can only gape. "Whiskey... For medicinal purposes only, I suppose?"
Slapping him on the shoulder, Pig roars a laugh, "That be good thinkering! For medicineral drinker onlies!"