Adeyemi clucked, a mix of amusement and fondness, rising from his bow with his crest held high. "Ah, yes, the future. With our strength combined, we will be quite the formidable pair, yes?" The question was more a statement, as the fire of pride burned brightly in the turaco's soul, smothering out any doubt that crept in. "I have no requests, though we will need some way to keep track of one-another. The only reason I'm lost in this forsaken place is that I've lost track of my hatchmate, you see! Quite a pickle," he cooed, eyeing the fog with contempt.

"But no matter," the chick hummed, turning back to his newfound friend with eyes brightened by thoughts of future power, strong enough to command others, to lead an army, to make the whole of the caves bow before him - and his trusted right hand, of course. "Perhaps we should have some sort of signal? I do not have a home, or I would offer to meet there. I am a drifter at the moment," he said, distaste for the predicament clear in his tone.