I know that was pretty fast. She was pretty close by, all we had to do was cross the border into [REDACTED]. That state isn't too far from ours. This is how the conversation went.
N: Hello, are you Allysa?
Allysa: Yes, but call me Ally.
N: Fine, I'm Nathaniel. The other one who posts on the account Lord.
A: I noticed that, your host had some real shit going on in his life.
N: I want to know how your friend got the password to this account.
A: She told me it right before her death. She said she knew Lord somehow. I don't know how far the relationship went.
N: So Lord gave it to her before his death and before we possessed him?
A: If you don't know I assume so.
N: Thanks for the help. I wish you luck in any future endeavors you may partake in. I also refuse any help to you whatsoever.
A: Glad I can count on you
I left and wished I could confront Lord about giving someone else his password to his Runner blog. That's like putting up a signal to servants saying "Get close to me and I'll give you my password!"
