Including Atticus and Ruth, there was a total of five angels accepted into Damaris' choir. There was an angel named Zion, an angel named Ultima, and Ephrath, the angel who had run off with Ruth after their baptism. Although they had their differences in terms of personality and temperament, they were all talented and useful in their own ways. And under the careful guidance of Damaris, things went pretty smoothly.
For the first little while, anyway.
By this point in world history, humanity had just started to enter its Bronze Age. Proper cities and towns were all starting to pop up, bringing all sorts of new human things with them. Money, tools, clothing, and other such fancy stuff started to develop. The sun was finally rising on the primitive monkey race —but that was not necessarily a good thing.