“I can't blame him for being threatened by such a gesture.” Your hand drops to the hilt of your own sword, which is far less elegant.

“As I said, it was not a threat, but a challenge. He claims that this land is his, yet he is unwilling to defend it. Are you willing to fight on his behalf? If you are victorious then we shall take our leave – our honour will demand it. If I best you, then we shall remain, for I shall have proven my strength and virtue. What say you?”

“Really, I don't think there's any need for...”

“Let me face the drifter,” Janos snaps, interrupting Radan's protestation. “No need for you to fight your own kind, sergeant. I can take care of this.”

>Let them be. You're not paid enough to deal with this and besides, it's not like the farmer's growing much here at all. The nomads are free to stay.
>Write them up. You're not going to do anything about them right now, but you will take a report of their presence back to the Vault. They can be dealt with later.
>Draw your sword. If this nomad wants to make this a matter of honour, then so be it. You shall fight her in a duel to first blood, as is customary.
>Let Janos fight for you. This is an opportunity for the bastard to either prove that he is worthy of respect, or humiliate himself. You're fine with either outcome.
>Arrest the lot of them. You gave them a chance and they spurned it. Worse, they threatened a man of the law. Custom be damned, they all belong behind bars.