The ruins were mostly stone and a little wood, clearly left to rot after some sort of catastrophe. There were marks of recent activity - footprints that looked too fresh to be from when the village fell. Small footprints, to be precise.

But in any case the dragon rushed forward, stumbling on its bad limb. It continued to roar and smash into buildings, trying to find where the assassin had gone. It was made all the more difficult by the pain, but it didn't seem to be any less angry. If anything, it was now infuriated by the pain.