"You make a perplexing point, Feanaro." Rena said, still trying to find balance with her new assets. Aner was having less difficulty, but that was because of the power rush she got from being on this dark and evil planet. Should they return to earth, Aner would have trouble being mobile in her state. Vice versa, while Rena was still powerful here, she would be much stronger on a planet beloved by the light, like Earth, and would be able to carry herself more easily.
"But if I must put up a point.." Meshnel began, brushing ash off of his cloak from Andrea's attack, "If the cult is as strong as you say, their base is likely in the capital, where their hold could spread farthest. And the essence is likely to be taken to their base. So, one leads to the other. We're going to the capital either way."

Feanaro nodded. "It is settled then."

Rena and Aner glared at Andrea, though not nearly as vehemently as they had been under the essence's influence. While the essence of the demon Aner killed had not affected Meshnel, Andrea, or Feanaro, Adjara and Askurei had become a bit more perverse, Askurei also becoming more mischievous, and at the same time, Rena and Aner had down-right gotten meaner. It had taken a counter-essence, Meshnel's own, to revert these affects, and while the three of Meshnel's friends were grateful to him, none of them knew what Adjara was thinking, or how she felt, considering his first attempt to help her ended up slightly damaging her. Only on his second attempt had he properly administered his own essence. Each of them now carried a piece of Meshnel inside them, though he doubted they knew it. He also doubted they knew they could draw power from him, en vice versa as well. Feanaro was likely the only one with any inkling to that fact.

"Why are you staring at me?" Andrea asked, feigning innocence.

Rena coughed, making her not-so-subtle assets bounce noticably.

"It's not my fault. Blame Askurei."

"He was under the essence's influence, like us. You weren't."

"Right, that's suddenly an excuse."

"Both of you, stop arguing." Meshnel and Feanaro said at once, both of them instantly quieting. Meshnel looked at Feanaro, and continued. "We need to get our rest for the morning, so that means no arguing all the time. Get some sleep, as much as you two can." he said, indicating the two elves with their bloated forms. They nodded, and laid down by the fire, trying to find peace in sleep.

Option 1: They are attacked in the night, possibly leading to more growth. This will have to be fought off in main by Meshnel, Feanaro, and Andrea, as the others are still recovering from their corruption and are still a tad dazed, as well as the fact that Rena and Aner have to get used to their forms.

Option2: They sleep peacefully, but their sleep isn't so peaceful. Their dreams are whirling, Aner and Rena sharing a connection of their dreams, due to their background, and all of the others are also having nightmares or very important dreams. The morning comes with much comic relief and they set out on their journey.