The wrestling match started as soon as the baron cleaned the blood off his head.
Sylvester didn't pull his punches against the baron, however. He wanted to teach the man a lesson to not mess around because if any hateful adventurer had taken the quest and had come, he could have just killed the baron in a legal duel. There was no point in putting one's life in unnecessary danger. If he really had so much free time and energy, then use it to help his people, spread the word of the Lord or make babies.
Bam!
Sylvester, only in pants now, wrestled with the baron. Thankfully, Sylvester's growth had not stunted yet, and he had grown to six feet one by now, just a bit less than the baron. His body had well-defined muscles all over, although not buffed.
