[ Theon doesn’t doubt that Foggy is harmless. He doesn’t get a particularly malicious intent from him, but he doesn’t trust easily. After what happened in Winterfell, he’s suspicious of every slight, every movement, every expression. Foggy is harmless, but that doesn’t mean he has Theon’s trust.

He backs off, allows the man to set his things down and rifle through them, but never looks away. ]

Nothing.

[ He shrugs, still smirking, though he’s being truthful. Theon’s life since arriving hasn’t been particularly happy. He does as he pleases, he comes and goes, makes a living through his own means, but it’s all done in an effort to keep his thoughts occupied. If he allows his mind to lapse into silence, unwanted darkness returns in floods. If he were to look at what he’s done in the last month and tries to pinpoint a moment when he was truly happy, he would come up empty handed. It’s quite depressing, really. ]

Petyr Baelish is the city Ambassador, though I couldn’t tell you what he does. Why ask? Would it not suit you best to find out for yourself?