"Boss, c'mon! Let us have a look again!"
As a small group of 5 start rushing back to where they came from in a greedy panic of what they just found and collected, the leader of the group responds.
"NO!! YOU IDIOTS!!! Do you have any idea what we just found!?!"
"This is my— I mean our key to success in the batch!"
"This is not some cheap shiny thing you can just look at, or take lightly."
"It's something the boss Dezcrin needs to see, NOT YOU BOTTOM FEEDERS!!"
While taking a shallow sign another of the group takes a peaking sight towards the item in his Peripheral vision while saying.
"But boss, can't we have just a teeny, tiny, itty-bitty look?"
The leader of the group grabs and pulls the person asking the question close while they are still running, the person almost losing his motion of running while getting dragged.
"NO YOU— CANNON, FODDING, IDIOT!!!"
Slow pulses of dark light in a torn ragged cloth held tight within the the greedy person's chest is slowly spewing golden crimson mist of hunger, and it's hunger is for something special...
And that something special, needs to meet it's special end...