Interesting! Perhaps a side effect of a world built on necromancy, he thinks, to have so little organic material that you cannot even make paper.

But that can wait for now. He shoves some of the paper aside and holds out a hand to the doll, which obediently jumps into his palm and lays flat. "A furnace," he echoes thoughtfully as he returns to his seat at the table -- there's enough clear space for Harrow to sit as well, if she wishes. "You cannot cultivate it from your qi?"

That, too, may be a side effect of a wholly necromantic world. Hm.