Darek listened quietly to the proposition and to the vampires that voiced their concerns. He agreed it did seem fishy and truth be told it was not his Baron whom he hated, it was his sire. Still, the barons as a whole had such a stranglehold on the scene in Charleston it was impossible to do anything without permission. No one would be able to move up as the hierarchy was based on age and so death was the only way around that fact. Clearly they were going to be used to foment unrest and disrupt the balance of power.

He had assumed that some sort of rebellion was in the works with the promise of advancement and the tight secrecy. The idea appealed to him or he would not be here. In his former life he had fought oppressive governments of both the invading Nazis and Soviets in his native Poland. It was dangerous then as it was now. It could take a lot of time and effort and they would suffer losses. The decision for him to make was if it worth it? 

Darek glanced at the clawed vampire, despite his appearance and rough attitude he cut right to the heart of the matter. Obviously it was someone with much to gain from the overthrow but that did not narrow down the list very much. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he listened to the others speak up, a rude man and a mousy young woman. It was the pudgy vampire that rambled on and on that made Darek consider leaving. A man that liked to talk that much was dangerous. 

Curiosity though kept him in his chair.  There was not much to add to their questions right now so he kept his mouth closed and waited.