I am officially retiring Brenner Dornkirk on the grounds that he is no longer alive. *jazz hands*

"Schwanengesang" The Presidium 34 Searing 122 Steel [/b] "Mind if I take an early lunch, Your Excellency?" First Minister Brenner Dornkirk glanced up from his paperwork to his secretary and offered a slight smile. She was a lovely woman- a portrait of Zaichaeri beauty with her h...

"Ah!" Brenner blushed, but chuckled at Lyra's jibe. "Mistake me not, Lyra... I have long since mastered my sexual appetites." There was a sternness behind that smirk as he said so. He'd have led a very different life-... been in a very different position today, if he had allowed...

Trust . That so simple a question should feel so complicated to answer was a queer thing, Brenner mused, as he considered his reply. They had spent a great deal of time together, by this point- She had welcomed him into her quondam home, and into her bed, but there was something cryptic about the w...

Brenner offered a slight shrug accompanied by an impish smirk to Florian, when Franky deftly evaded the prompt to produce his surname. Casting icy blue eyes back to Franky his smirk became a smile. “An Imperial Bitter would be just the thing.” The First Minister replied matter-of-factly as he claim...

"Immer bereit." Brenner replied promptly, though it was a beat before he translated for the benefit of the Lysanrin who'd posed the question, "Always prepared." It was an old, well-recycled phrase that found its way onto the heraldry of many an old family who hadn't been creativ...

“Regrettably long…” Brenner agreed, with a slight sigh of vexation. He’d offered what felt like a thousand mea culpas and excuses, for what he believed to be perfectly understandable delays. But he hadn’t been the one cooped up and idle- two circumstances that he himself loathed, and so he was able...

"Ah, yes..." Brenner pursed his lips and glanced askance of his guest, "I suppose, for one accustomed to the wanton, unregulated liberality of Kalzasi, Zaichaer must seem quite stifling. You'll get used to it. And please let me know if there are further diversions I might offer."...

Brenner knitted his brow, bemused at Eitan’s response to his novel assignment and the salary it would accord him. ‘Sordid’, he’d said. That was irksome, implying as it did that he was was afflicted with that common New Money affliction of being blithe about addressing finances to a vulgar degree. I...

“Leave it to we of ‘New Money’ to go to the most lavish of extremes.” Brenner jested with a wry smirk as he crossed his legs and repositioned a throw pillow to support his lower back. Indeed, Dornkirk Manor was among the newer structures on Zaichaer’s West End. As such, it hadn’t been saddled with ...