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At the door was Krathon Frostbitten, the son of old Kraldar Frostbitten.

During the Skyrim Civil War, Kraldar, the then last member of the noble Clan Frostbitten of Winterhold, was an Imperial supporter. After the war ended in Stormcloak victory, Kraldar put aside his old allegiances and helped Korir during the rebuilding effort of Winterhold and afterwards was appointed as head of the Winterhold Guard. Now an old man, Kraldar still serves as the Captain of the Guard.

Krathon followed in his father's footsteps and joined the Winterhold Guard, rising up to the rank of Investigator.

"Master Jo'Khar." Krathon said. Like his father, Krathon held the College of Winterhold in high regards and respected its staff members greatly. "I'm here because of an altercation that happened at the Frozen Hearth Inn earlier tonight. Your new young student that arrived this week in the city and his companion were involved in a fight against three thugs."

(There were three right?)

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"You plan on fighting the Centurion alone? They are tougher than they look and they already look pretty tough, I know from experience." Rigmor stated. Not only had he faced one in battle before, but he had heard of them since he was a child from his father's tales of adventure. Even the Dragonborn claimed those huge machines were trouble.

The Centurion was about the size of a giant, towering over any men, mer or beastfolk. Its thick bronze plating made most weapons deal very little damage to the animunculi. Its right arm had a greatsword at the end, while the left arm had a warhammer. Centurions were the pinacle of Dwemer military engineering, heavily armored and very strong.

Edwin's approach didn't trigger it to leave its charging gantry, though going ahead any further probably would.