Heptin has turned against me. Or perhaps he was never with me to begin with.
He had accompanied me to my room after supper under the pretext of preparing me for bed. I had not expected him to draw a knife and cut off my hair and braids. While I was in shock, he turned the knife on me and told me I was not worthy to tie myself to the line of Durin.
The mithril vest stopped him from properly stabbing me, and his shock gave me time to hide and flee from him.
It seems as if there is truly no one in this Mountain who wishes for me to stay. I am alone, but soon I will be free of this blasted place. All I have to do is hide for the next few days.