Meeting Room
Magtok takes a seat as well, inwardly grumbling that he hadn't had enough time to finish his Drow-to-English translator. He'll just have to record everything he can and then play it back later, I suppose. Still, it would've been nice to have the potential to show up those silly Xar'chas and their secret code talk by dramatically revealing himself as in on the secret the whole time. Some other day, perhaps.
Naturally, Underdark food isn't to his tastes, so he doesn't take a thing. He just sits back, kicks at the empty space under the table for no real reason whatsoever, and waits with the drow gentlemen for Ilpholin's arrival.