"[i]Wizards...[/i]" thought Keystone, as doubt played in his mind concerning the wisdom shown in taking this job. He was certain that his next intended action smacked of the unwise, as well, but much thought on the matter would only have served to change his mind. He was underfunded, but not desperate yet. Why did he accept the offer in the first place? Whatever the reason, he was stuck in this predicament. And on the side generally opposite of his moral tendencies. 

A sage piece of advice: "[i]If you can't do something smart, do something right.[/i]" flashed in the forefront of his mind for a half instant, which spurred Keystone to action. 

He stepped to the side and pivoted on his back foot. An interesting dance, one he had done several times in taverns back in his bouncing days. This served two purposes; to bring him into alignment for what he attempted next, and to give him a solid stance, planting him on the earth with stability. 

With startling speed, Keystone brought his right arm underneath the wizard's, and his left around his neck. They locked behind his head and shoved it forward, the large man's contracted bicep slowing the blood to his target's brain.  

Gods willing, he would be unconscious in a matter of seconds. Unharmed, but unconscious. "No one will 'urt you." he whispered, "I promised." 

The long few seconds it took for Reverin to lose himself into quiet slumber were filled with apprehension. His spell remained uncast, flares of eldritch fire sparked out before they could fully manifest. A person versed in magecraft makes for a very unpredictable target nonetheless, and Keystone kept his hold until the wizard's arms stopped flailing and his breathing became more relaxed. 

Not wishing to risk the Elf's life, Keystone slowly eased back the muscles of his arm, still maintaining the hold. He looked to the multiple figures of their initial quarry by the chapel, and addressed them in a curt manner, "Right then. Time and place. This guy's soon to wake up, and I don't want to be around when it happens. If I keep this on him for too long, he'll soil 'imself, and I think he might take that personal on Yours Truly."