Khan stared at the closed exit before heaving a deep sigh. He walked toward the nearest wall and sat on the floor to let the metal chill his thoughts.
The cold was good. The cold had been good for Khan since Nitis, and some tension waned as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall.
The meeting didn't lead to any written deal, but that was the norm. The political world worked through mutual respect, fame, face, and the value of one's word. Gentlemen's agreements were more common than actual contracts, and their value wasn't inferior in the least.
The representatives could go back on their word, but their credibility would vanish in that case. That wouldn't be too important when dealing with an inferior political figure, but Khan had already proven to have good connections. He was almost certain he had achieved his goals, meaning he had to stay true to his side of the deal.
