"If you stay here long enough you will wind up someone's vassal or dead, and I have not invited you to be my indefinite houseguest so most of those possibilities are not pretty - I can make a gate to the mortal world that will stay put for you, maybe? Then would you at least go home for meals? I'm not sure how long it will take. I'd need to get books - there's a library in the glen I have borrowing privileges with and when I want to own a copy of a book I take a library copy to the scribes up in the cliff and do their foraging and chores for them for a few days. Or copy it myself, occasionally, I make my own paper - you couldn't get to the glen or the cliffs without flying. And - buying food is economic, not, not, claim-invalidating. It means you aren't stealing; it doesn't mean you didn't accept food from whoever sold it to you. It's the accepting, not the owning. You can basically live here only if there's a gate that will let you go home and eat - apples and whatever else - on a routine basis, or you haul in enough food to last you the rest of your natural life and no one ever sneaks a candied dewdrop in with it, or you become some fairy's vassal and they bother to hand-feed you as often as you need."