The Storming of Meneldorod
With plans made, at least for food and the night to come, the day passes much more pleasantly.
Brugar sets his snares and traps, ready to catch or at least warn of whatever unwary beasts come too close this night, and while the mists make finding dry tinder impossible, so too they mask the smoke of the fire that the Dwarf kindles, and when cooked the rodent-like creatures prove to taste better than they look.
Night comes, and you decide to trust to the manacles rather than risk Hamin shredding all your rope. Ayas selects a short piece of what remains from last night, barely five feet in length and as the light fails and the mists start to thin, warning of the approach of night, the Adept casts his spell, creating the space into which you quickly place Hamin, bound in metal.
The spell affords a window between this world and wherever it is, so you are able to talk for a time and get what sleep you can between turns on guard, until a couple of hours before what passes for dawn the spell fails and the one-eyed warrior is dropped (but a short distance thanks to Ayas's choice of a short rope) and his horrific transformation sets in.
Two hours later, though, Hamin reverts to human form, and you all breathe a sigh of relief. Not long after that the mists begin to reform and the darkness recedes somewhat.