While wondering the Hagfish, Hana spots why the tavern has its name. Behind a clean counter lies a messy tank inside of which sits what she can only imagine is a hag fish. The poor thing seems about ready to float belly up. Above the tank sits a heavy pouch hanging from a nail. A customer places a silver coin on the bar, the bar keep shrugs and puts it into the bag above. He then takes out a heavy glass mug, the type the town is famous for. Turning around he sinks the spotlessly clean mug into the water of the tank which is best described a surprisingly thick. The dirty grayish water more jiggles in the cup than sloshes as he places the cup in front of the blonde female customer. She begins to chug down the liquid as near by patrons cheer her on, Hana can almost smell the slime from this distnace. It is not long into the chugging that she spits it out and begins to wretch loudly. A nearby boy in an apron grabs a bucket and a mop as if this outcome happens twice a day. Looking away from the new mess on the floor you see a handfull of names carved by the silver purse, six in all.