In the months since Uriel came to Yoreiq, his appearance had vastly changed. He no longer had the Magnus hood or the chain mail vest, someone had decided it was time for him to share. He still kept his sword, that was one thing he would not part with. His skin had tanned heavily, not quite like the natives but not noticeable from a distance. Also his wings had changed, they were now black at the top and greyed to white as they went down. There were also more subtle changes, his wings had gotten stronger, a lot stronger. He could fly farther, higher, and faster then ever before. He was more or less conversational in the Yoroiq language.
Presently he found himself flying not far from the port of Ainu, searching for a place to train, he always trained away from the village that was supporting him. Supporting was a strong word, it was more putting up with him, he did pull his own weight. He found that he was good at spear fishing, so that is what he did most days.
There, he spotted a small clearing, he landed in it an prepared to begin training.