Kurt fell over on his ass, having lost the ability to even stand as he tried to regain his own humanity. Neil had felt it too. It was like an all encompassing lust, yet the lust was not of the carnal desire for flesh. It was like a mouse being mesmerized by a swaying cobra. Neil felt if he had not such a strong sense of self, he might have been lost in the maelstrom of that pull. He heard Emmaline curse, and his first immediate worry was alleviated. The three of them had been effected, but it was nothing compared to how the entire scene had ravaged Johann. 

At first, he seemed merely catatonic. His eyes staring blankly, lips moving in a wordless whisper. But gradually his eyes darted left and right, and he began to breathe more rapidly, his mind rising above the scramble, but not quite being put back together properly. He jerked, as if waking from a falling dream, and he seemed almost confused and appalled he found himself in the woods. The sun was not quite below the horizon, but the trees blocked it, casting an ominous shadow across the bandits. Johann's whispering became audible, an unintelligible muttering that one could occasional decipher the names of 'Brandt' and 'Gert' and 'Coach.' Kurt had risen by that time, clutching his chest as if to still his quickened heart, but very much nominally back to his old self. 

"Boss?" He asked Johann tentatively. 

Johann twitched, and when Kurt put a gentle hand on his shoulder, Johann pulled away so quickly, it was as if he had suddenly had cold water splashed on his face. The bandit leader pulled out his saber and unholstered his pistol, and though Kurt looked concerned, Johann didn't point either at him. "T-They took our boys." He said breathlessly. "Our boys, we have to get them back." 

"Boss, I don't think-" 

"We have to get them back!" Johann insisted with a roar, his gaze sweeping over Neil and Emmaline as well. The lovers looked at one another, still shaken but coherent enough to feel a bit awkward at the command. Johann did not wait for them to comply, he began muttering to himself again, stepping over the log they had placed in the road and hurrying into the woods, moving with a purpose Neil did not understand. Perhaps the road curved that way up ahead and there was a short cut. He guessed it was possible the gang had been through here before. 

"Wait, I'm coming!" Kurt cried, grabbing the crossbow he had dropped and running after Johann. Neil took Emmaline's hand, and the two followed them, albeit at a safe distance. Despite the fact Neither wanted to see any more of the cursed coach or it's eldritch passenger, they could not go back to the Inn. Either they were alone, or they stayed with their two armed companions, and on a night like Hexennacht, it paid to stay in groups.