"Hmmm...." The Astartes recognized the noise, and honed in on it with his Psychic gifts. With his Witchsight, he saw the spirit of a man and a machine, a bond only a Dreadnought could share. "A Dreadnought..." Such warriors were rarer than most, and because of this, Domicious would treat the old soldier with respect only given to few by the Grey Knight. He then honed in onto the other set of footsteps. An Astartes. A Black Templar. He surfed through the Crusader's mind and memories, confirming his suspicions. He made his way to the two warriors, more relaxed, but still ready to jump into combat at a moments notice.