The colorful bunch that had been summoned to the meeting was eagerly waiting after Michael had sat down for whatever was coming next. Seemed that he had been the rude one here, coming last to the meeting. The man in polo started his presentation; whether he was nervous or exited, the Fourth Face couldn’t tell. Thrall like that would be expected to be afraid in a company like this; if he had good news that would interest the lot, surely he would be eager to see their expressions. 

Michael had expected there to be a bigger force in play and in his mind his confirmations became right as thrall spoke. Behalf of a proprietor… Probably one with a lot of influence to have confidence to summon this group. “… But isn’t that part of the fun?” Thrall had joked. Fourth face snorted quietly. The gathering here was far from fun. An amusing try, but the fellow didn’t have a future as a comedian… 

What came next however took the cake. This group, right here… Would overthrow the Barons and the Monarch.

The idea was a madness he’d encounter while watching himself in the mirror. The presentation’s main point was so simple, yet so big, bigger than unlife itself. The promises and possibilities that existed in that small idea. And this group would be trusted with information to tear them down. Plan was simple, it was brilliant; hot coals of hatred were already laid between the vampire barons and the monarch. They would simply put some gasoline and watch as the inferno engulfed them. 

And it had been done in the past, the thrall said. Michael wondered if this had happened centuries ago or if it was a lie, but he let the tough go. One who had summoned the lot seemed confident to this plan. And for reasons or others he had a trusted them with the information. Blood pack of course would keep everything revealed here confidential, and another would come if they were to take part in this revolution. Something Michael wasn't too happy about, but perhaps it'd be worth it.

Michael was bit too excited for all of this, so he tried to calm down in his bald round head. There were possibilities in all of this and he would take all the profit from it gladly. There were numerous risks too, Maccellan’s blood pack being one of the bigger things. Would he be able to take part with greatest effect to all of this? And even if he'd be able, they were toying with Barons. Jonathan Scott had once playfully said that “Blood pact is for your own safety, Fourth Face. Oh believe me, some rules are to be followed lest you be swallowed by shadows. Heh heh heh…” Year later he understood that his sire talked about the Barons. Force even Maccellan’s gang didn't want to toy with.

The group around the table had already said out loud the concerns that were bouncing within his mind. It was fine and all as he wouldn't have to be a doubter like them, so he would be left to ask about the cheese. Indirectly telling that he'd be interested, not only to thrall but the others around the table too.
He opened his arms, saying out “And what would we gain from orchestrating this revolution?” 
He put his right hand on his chest, putting on an innocent smile. “Freedom is nice and all, but surely if we’re to risk our lives there’s more profit to this?” 
He pointed his finger at the male thrall. “You did promise... Advancement, in that letter I received.”
He then emoted with his hand towards the other participants. Theatrical, but Michael couldn't help it. "Perhaps you too were promised... With this?"
After ending his speech, Michael leaned forward, put his weight on elbows and toyed with his thick, outwardly pushed lips with his right hand's fingers. A habit he enjoyed while waiting for an answer, as he didn’t have any beard to yank nor one would grow in his face. 

Naturally revolution and overthrowing even few of them barons would give the Fourth Face a chance to rise to even greater heights. After some obstacles were destroyed first.