Berk walked, or floated more like, to the gathering area. He was speeding along with others of the Air division in his own mini tornado. He watched with interest as the other garrisons arrived. Some by air, like him, others by ground, others still by water. He landed down close to the center of the island. He watched a few moments as hundreds of thousands of garrisons arrived. For what reason, Berk assumed they had as little idea as he did, but one never knew. He glanced around, noting that the island appeared to be new and unsullied by buildings and other sentient creations. To occupy himself, he began to explore. Speeding along the plains in his mini tornado, he looked around for someone not of his own division. After all, he was sent here to find out as much as he could about the other garrisons along with finding out exactly what was the whole point of it.
He was speeding along, not really paying attention as he hadn't seen any people yet, and ran smack into another person. Literally. He had no idea how much damage his armored and horned self had done. Snorting, he apologized. "I'm sorry. Wasn't paying attention to where I was flying. Forgive me." He said bowing slightly. Berk dispersed his tornado and gave another bow. "The names Berk by the way."