The primary terrain in a village is the villagers themselves. Fighting from the high ground is key, so climb up the villagers onto their head's before jumping down onto the goats.
YOU MUTTER A WONDERFUL BATTLE PLAN FROM YOUR VOICES REGARDING FIGHTING FROM HIGH GROUND, I.E. VILLAGERS' HEADS. YOUR PARTY GLEEFULLY AGREES, AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES OF PRETENDING TO WASH CLOTHES, YOU SIGNAL FOR THE OTHERS TO PUT THE PLAN INTO MOTION. FIVE VENGEFUL CHICKENS FLY ONTO THE HEADS OF NEARBY VILLAGERS AND SLASH AND LOOSE AN UNEARTHLY CROWING BEFORE FALLING UPON THE TERRIFIED GOATS! THIS CAUSES A GENERAL PANIC IN WHICH ALL BUT TWO OF THE GOATS MANAGE TO FLEE TO WHO KNOWS WHERE. SAID GOATS QUICKLY FALL TO YOUR VICIOUS ASSAULT, AND WITH BLOOD HAVING BEEN SPILLED, YOUR RECRUITS' MURDEROUS RAGE SOON DIES DOWN AS REALIZATION SETS IN. THIS COINCIDES WITH THE ASSEMBLY AND ARRIVAL OF A LARGE AND ANGRY MOB, WHO CHASE OUT YOUR PARTY WHILE THE GOATS MOURN THE FALLEN. (+1 TINYTHORPE INFAMY) PHANTASMAL FLIES SETTLE ON YOUR PAULDRONS AS NIGHT FALLS. A BIZARRE FEELING OF SOME SORT (GUILT? RAGE?) BUILDS UP AS YOU ROOST. THE FLIES BUZZ A LOT, KEEPING YOU FROM GETTING MUCH REST. WHAT'S WORSE IS THEY ARE NOW INEDIBLE DUE TO THEIR GHOSTLINESS.
(A) "HOW COULD YOU, LEADER? HOW COULD YOU? THIS MURDER SPREE ISN'T CHIVALRIC AT ALL! YOU KNOW FULL WELL THE DEATHS OF YOUR RECRUIT, THE HELPER FLIES, AND THE GOATS ARE IN YOUR CLAWS! THERE IS HOPE, OF COURSE. LEADER, I SUGGEST JOURNEYING TO THE ABBEY OF THE PEACEMOTHER, CHICKEN GOD OF PEACE, DEEP IN THE GRIM WOODS, AND ATONING FOR YOUR SINS. ONLY THEN WILL YOU ADVANCE IN YOUR QUEST FOR KNIGHTLINESS. I HEAR THE ABBEY ISSUES PLENTY OF ATONEMENT QUESTS I MEAN ATONEMENT ADVENTURES TO KNIGHTS IN SIMILAR POSITIONS."
(B) "DON'T LISTEN TO THAT FLY, BOSS! YOU DID WHAT YOU HAD TO DO! THEY GOT WHAT WAS COMING TO THEM! YOU KNOW, BOSS, WITH YOUR TALENTS, I THINK ALL YOU NEED IS A RICH COMMANDER WHO CAN SEND YOU ON MORE FULFILLING QUESTS. THE CORNPOPE'S LAW IS IN EFFECT EVERYWHERE SUN AND SOIL TOUCH, OR SO THEY SAY; LET'S FIND A PROPER LIEGE-LORD WHO CAN SET YOU UP WITH SOME LAND, PEASANTS, AND PROPER MISSIONS! REMEMBER, BOSS! IT'S ONLY WRONG IF THEY CATCH YOU, AND THEY CAN'T CATCH YOU IF YOU'RE THE ONE CATCHING THEM!"
(C) "What kind of world do you even think this is? Beg forgiveness of nebulous gods? More murders in service to the court intrigue of the week? Listening to talking flies?? Seriously? What you really need is a trip to the lunatic asylum! They'll sort out this whole bloody business or my name isn't Steve!"
(D) SOMETHING ELSE?