It will be a start, [Ozymandias says, stepping away to look for something appropriate to cover Berserker with. It's something that ends up a little easier said than done in the end as even when not in the form of a dragon, Berserker ends up being quite the giant of a man, often standing sometimes several heads taller than those around him.]

[Still, starting first among the fallen seems to be the most logical place. They have no further need for their garments and he knows Berserker is not one to gripe about blood, tatters, or any other such mess upon the clothes. Alas, most seem far too small for Berserker.]

[Sighing, Ozymandias rises to his feet and mutters to himself,] This would be easier if you weren't so tall...

[Widening his search, Ozymandias steps inside one of the nearby buildings and leaves Berserker alone for several long minutes. Eventually, he returns with a few years of cloth that Berserker should be able to wrap and tie around himself enough to be comfortably covered. He unfurls it a little without letting it touch the cobblestone below.]

Best I could find unless you wish to wear something more ill-fitting.