"Of course it's real paper," Rolan scoffs, too caught up in his wizardly enthusiasm to think such a remark through. "It's not as if there's such a thing as fake paper, at least to my knowledge. Although to be fair, there are a few books in the library printed on things like vellum and papyrus."

"As for the interference..." Rolan grunts softly in annoyance, then sighs and rakes a hand through his hair. "I've considered that, naturally. However, unless I can find a space in the Nexus that is completely unoccupied aside from myself, I'm not sure how to establish a baseline for the plane itself. Given the random nature of the place, and how people seem to come and go without any consistency, I'm not entirely sure a place like that exists."