When the seven batches of paper had dried, the Dwarves carefully brought them to Chief Joseph.
He used a homemade magnifying glass to meticulously examine each sheet. Soon, he had selected the paper with the best quality: the fibers were even, smooth, and durable. The best sheets were passed around.
They were thin and light, yet when crumpled in hand and then smoothed out, they didn't tear, only leaving wrinkles.
Of course, only Eric dared to do such a thing. Met with glares from everyone, he remained unfazed, holding up the wrinkled sheet with a discerning look.
"The durability is fine, but it's too yellow." he mumbled, then reached into the pile of rejected paper and pulled out the softest stack: "Joseph, could you please record the ratio for this type of paper for me?"
Joseph was puzzled: "This is the softest, flimsiest kind, isn't it? Does it have a special use?"
