Geron takes the offered cigar and considers it for a moment. Then he bites the end off, chews appreciatively, and then spits it out once it loses its flavor. Setting the main part between his teeth he lights it and takes a drag, savoring mix of deadly chemicals he's inhaling. The cigars could probably asphyxiate a child or sick adult, but the slight risk of death by oxygen deprivation was worth the high.

As for the man offering the cigar...Rashad was a useful tool, but while all the Chaos Gods were mighty Khorne was among the least of them. "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Thrones" did have a simple charm to it though and Geron could appreciate their enthusiasm for slaughter.

Geron ponders where or not to make a sarcastic comment about the high likelihood of the Khornites only fighting enemies who'd bleed oil on this planet, but a more important thought springs up.

"If you come across any Navigators keep them alive. It's always good to have at least one spare and the extras will make excellent sacrifices at the victory party we'll be having once we've conquered this planet. Dark Prince willing this place will at least have alcohol worth drinking."