Sometimes, I feel like I take being mortal completely for granted.
Not mortal in terms of 'alive', mind you, I'm much past that, but mortal as in- not a god, not a great religious figure, not really anything. Just Erik. And I have to assume that's all right. I'm strange enough without being connected to that sort of thing, I'd imagine.
Regardless, if you're new, I can offer you a bit of shelter, but I can't easily supply food or an actual bed, being that I don't really use either of those things. But, I have blankets if you need them, and running water. And paper. Loads of paper.