He really put his foot into it this time, getting involved with spellcasters. At least with thieves or brawlers, you know more or less what you're getting into. One could also make oneself scarce if the situation got overly complicated, too. Wizards, not so much. 

It was a bit late to back out anyway, what with their employer both mugged out and ensorceled, picked up by some manner of naked henchman and carried to a church. Not the best footnote to this contract; it looked more and more doubtful that he'd be getting that Letter of Recommendation from Reverin any time soon. Nonetheless, Keystone still felt obligated to see to his physical safety. 

"I'd like to keep our mage very nearby, if you please. I don't trust him, but he [u]is[/u] my charge." started Keystone, "And I don't particularly trust you just yet, either." 

Upon entering the chapel, he declined to sit, but continued, "I'd like it if you'd answer the Knight's question from outside, before we got all chummy. Bloody 'ell is going on here? And why's your bodyguard all puckered and untucked?"