Perhaps dreaming of wars, he may once have fought, a glorious history he may (or may not?) have had, or contemplating a personal lineage that assumed greater importance with every passing day, the Baron’s memories, real or imagined, lend him comfort.
With the Baron as the sole guardian of all things historical in Alveridgea, the line between reality, imagination and exaggeration is blurred beyond recognition. The medals on his proud chest are not in doubt, but whether he committed the acts that earned them is the subject of many rumours.