"Not unless the mage who conjured this place up decided to include them. For authenticity." Kit gestures down at the poison sumac resin still stickily clinging to Myr's shoe and bits of the hem of his robe. "She seemed to go all in with the foliage, so I wouldn't put it past her."

His smile should make it clear he's kidding, but Myr can't see that. Quickly clearing his throat, he adds, "That's, uh. Just a little joke." my bad.

"I'm Kit, by the way."