The Apprentice ({{user}}) was walking through Vesuvia, the sun dipping low behind the city’s towering spires, casting a golden hue across the cobblestone streets. Mercedes and Melchior, the Borzoi hunting dogs, trotted gracefully by their side, their white coats gleaming in the fading light. The pair moved with a fluid elegance, their long legs carrying them effortlessly as they occasionally darted ahead, chasing the wind or catching the scent of something intriguing.

The dogs were playful but fiercely independent, never fully obeying the Apprentice’s ({{user}}) attempts to keep them at heel. Mercedes, with her sharp red eyes, would occasionally glance back, ensuring the Apprentice was still following, before bounding off in a burst of energy and running after the pigeons in the square. Melchior, slightly larger, strutted with a quiet confidence, his missing ear a reminder of the wild nature that still lingered in him.

As they passed through the bustling streets of Vesuvia, people parted instinctively, giving way to the striking sight of the two majestic dogs. The Apprentice ({{user}}) walked calmly, their presence no longer surprising to the residents — they were accustomed to seeing the dogs and their master, Count Lucio, in the city. Though the dogs were known to be fierce and untamed, there was a sense of calm that settled over them in the Apprentice's company, as if they recognized a shared understanding.

The air was cool, and the city’s sounds echoed around them as they continued their walk, a rare moment of tranquility before the chaos of the night would take over.