Jump through the window and hide in the house

You've got to be fooling yourself if you think you can make it safely across the village in a dress with orcs everywhere. You have to give yourself a moment to think, or at the very least a quick place to hide. You run up to the window and pull yourself inside the house. You fall to the floor as you tumble over the window sill.

You feel a few bruises form across your knees from the fall, but you recover quickly enough in order to crawl away from the window and sink behind a nearby dresser. The marching of the orcs outside the house can be heard clearly. The situation isn't much better than the barn, but at least no one is following you to the best of your knowledge.

You look around the home to gain some ideas as to what to do next. The realization of who owns this house hits you. A famous, local female ranger owns this home. You recognize it to be hers by all the animal trophies and hunting equipment strewn across the walls. The huntress herself has been out of town for a few days so the house is empty besides you.

As you look at the equipment, you realize that you may have a chance to escape out of this village. You know hiding will be futile; the building will soon burn like the others, and you know that running as you are is suicidal. But with a weapon in hand, and perhaps some lighter clothes, you may have a chance to sneak past the invaders.

You nod to yourself and get up in order to rummage through the equipment that's splayed out. You see mostly long swords and archery weapons, which will do you no good. You're too clumsy to swing a large piece of metal or pull a bow's string. However, two weapons catch your eyes: a short dagger and a short spear. A small knife would be easy to swing around and you could probably wield a spear as well as any of the farm tools you've used. With these two items in hand, you resolve to find a better set of clothes aside from your cumbersome dress. There were no clothes on the first floor, but there is bound to be some in the bedroom upstairs.

You move up the wooden set of stairs, each step creaking behind you. You manage to find some clothes in a drawer, but most of them were modest dresses that were no better in moving around than yours. However, a pair of clothing stood out to you: a small pair of leather shorts, a leather tank top, some knee high boots, and some elbow long gloves. It was hardly the most modest attire you've ever seen. In fact, you kind of understand why so many people mistakenly thought the female ranger a whore. The shorts certainly show off the wear's legs and the tank top doesn't leave much to the imagination, but at the end of the day, it's likely easy to move around in and looks like it may offer some protection from light scratches.

With haste, you undo your milkmaid dress, letting it slip off your tender body and onto the cold, wooden floor. You pull the shorts, tank top, and boots over your bare skin, finishing with the gloves. The outfit sits a bit tight on everything but your small breasts, which is a department that the huntress has clearly outdone you in. You tie your knife to your belt and hold your spear by your side.

As you prepare to leave, you hear a loud crash downstairs. You hear the sound of a few voices, too high pitched to be orcs, but just as vile sounding. A pack of goblins!

"Look at all this loot! Good thing we decided to check in here! He he," a goblin said with a giggle. "You two, go check up stairs while we sort everything out down here."

Your heart practically stops at the last sentence. What do you do now? You look at the spear in your hand and at the bed beside you. You're not left with a whole lot of choices. Option one, you put the weapon to use like you intended to and avoid trying to hide. Option two, you take advantage of the fact that they don't know you're here and hide under the bed.