Eliza frowned. "You're lying. For all I know, 'Mason' could be dead already and you're just an imposter."
Mason looked at her calmly, "I don't think an imposter can impersonate someone so perfectly. I can tell that I am Mason, a friend of your father."
Eliza joked around the room and saw a sword laying on a stone table and went to pick it up. She turned around and pointed it at Mason. "And I have been told that a witch with a certain potion could change not only their appearance but their voice, body shape, basically everything. Now tell me, how did you get into my head and gave me all these false dreams?"
Mason looked at her and the sword she was holding and smiled at her. "The fact that you're able to pick up that sword with no effort already proved my innocent and your heritage."
