This lot has been around for a while. They all have Everstones so they won't evolve. The people who work here fulltime have told me that if any one of them start looking like they no longer enjoy the work, they get to retire and they contact a breeder to get a new egg, but none of these seem ready for retirement yet.

And, of course, we are also ready to take in new Wailmer if it looks like they are starting to get over-worked.

[The various Wailmer have been listening attentively and some even vigorously shake their bulbous heads. Heck, no to the retirement, man. They love doing this thing!]

There should be seven.

[Armin frowns a bit, resting his hands on his knees to count the Wailmer and go over them, before he spots who is missing.]

Oh, it's Bashful. You and Carbuncle must be making him shy so he's hiding.