Ms. Zackary examined the herb closely, her face creasing with confusion as she muttered, "A five-thousand-year-old herb? Didn't the reports say a ten-thousand-year-old one would show up?"
"Ms. Zackary, this really looks like a five-thousand-year-old herb to me." Another person stepped forward and confirmed.
"Yeah, from what I can tell, this definitely isn't a ten-thousand-year-old specimen."
The crowd's assessment made Ms. Zackary's frown deepen even more.
Her own evaluation matched theirs - this wasn't a ten-thousand-year-old herb.
But the intelligence she'd received clearly stated that a ten-thousand-year-old herb would emerge today.
"Maybe the information was bogus?" Ms. Zackary wondered aloud, her brow furrowed.
Jean Tricia spoke up seriously, "Ms. Zackary, a lot of these reports aren't reliable. Someone probably mixed up a five-thousand-year herb with a ten-thousand-year one."
Ms. Zackary's eyes became thin slits.
