"Every breeding season!" Eta said, puffed up with pride now. "We have several males and females--generally, we keep a ratio of one male to every five females--and we get a lot of young every year, and they go fast! Some people buy them up when they're still babies because they want to raise them themselves. The guardsmen do that, and a lot of performers who use them ceremonially or in reenactments, because they have very specific training needs and it's best to start them when they're tiny. So that takes care of a large chunk of the babies. The rest, we raise and train for standard uses and sell them when they're ready, because not everyone wants to train a kaadir--I don't blame them!--and would rather get one that's already well-behaved and potty trained and--"
She froze, suddenly aware that she was rambling. Flushing a little, she cleared her throat, and right on cue, a slave arrived with their ale.
Eta scooped hers up and took a swig. "Eheh. Sorry. I, ah...I guess I get a little excited about kaadir."