"Warden-Commander." Hawke says as soon as they enter. Duncan sighs and returns his quill to the ink pot.

"Just one moment." He mutters. As he turns to chide his visitor on the proper process to get an audience, his eyes fall on the disheveled and solemn looking Ana at the man's side. Jumping up from his seat, he strides over to the young woman and reaches out her to her. "Maker's breath, Ana!" He exclaims, his brows furrowing as Ana shies away from him. His gaze roams over her bruise and bloodied face and notices the beginning of bruising on her arms and legs. His eyes darken. "What has happened? Who has done this to you?" He demands. His eyes shift to Hawke.

Hawke folds his arms over his chest. "This is the work of some of your Wardens and a couple others." Hawke replies. "Same men who beat her previously."

Duncan's eyes flash at him but he doesn't flinch. "And you are?"

Hawke opens his mouth but Ana speaks first. "This is Nathan Hawke; He's my friend." All eyes shift to her and she feels shame burn through her. "He's the one who has been kind to me. He… he saved me."

Duncan's expression softens slightly. "Is this true?" He mutters.

Hawke nods. "It is. One of your younger wardens was there as well."

As though hearing his name, Alistair enters the tent from behind them. "Duncan."

The elder warden's brows furrow at the lad. "Alistair, what are you–" He begins, cutting off as he notices Alistair's beat up appearance as he steps further into the light. Duncan looks between the two young wardens. Before he can speak, Alistair raises his chin.

"This has gone far enough." He says, surprising both himself and his mentor with the authority in his voice. "Daniel and Roy have terrorized Ana enough."

"See?" Hawke says. "Not one but two of your wardens have been attacked. You can't just sit aside any longer."

Immediately the older Warden's steely gaze lands on Hawke but Nate doesn't move. Even when he was a young man who had just been made Warden-Commander, Duncan never liked his authority to be questioned; Not even by his friend and King, Maric. "I will look into it."

"That's what you said last time." Alistair frowns.

Duncan turns his gaze on the lad who, despite wanting to curl up into a ball with the look he was getting, stood his ground. "Alistair…" He warns.

"I'm sorry Duncan but it's true. With the war effort, recruiting and training, these jerks are free to terrorize and harm because they know that you are too busy to hunt them down and make sure that they're punished for their crimes."

"You said there were others?" Duncan asks, his question directed at Hawke.

Nate nods. "There were. I don't know if they were Wardens or not; Their armor was leather instead of your signature blue and silver."

Sighing, Duncan runs a hand over his hair. He turns to look at Ana, frowning. "While I am sorry to hear of you getting attacked once more, unfortunately I cannot punish them all. I only command those within the Warden ranks."

Ana says nothing but Duncan notices her hands clench at her sides. Maker, there's more to this .

Straightening once more, Duncan motions away toward the flap. "Leave us for a moment." He commends, never taking his eyes off Ana. "I wish to speak with Ana privately."

Alistair opens his mouth to object but seeing Duncan's expression, he obeys. Once both men step back outside, Duncan offers her a seat.

"I'm fine." She mutters.

"Very well." Pulling out a chair, he takes a seat himself. "What happened? Tell me everything."

Averting her gaze, Ana picks at her sleeves with shaking hands. She swallows. "I…" She began, trying hard to formulate an excuse for why she was out alone at night in just a robe but all she could see in her mind's eye was Daniel's lustful gaze as he ripped the fabric off her. She could still feel the mens' lecherous hands all over her body, making her skin crawl. "I was in the wash tent. I...I had just changed into a robe when somebody grabbed me from behind." Clamping her eyes shut to stop the tears, her lower lip quivers. "I blacked out and when I woke... I was…" She cuts off, pressing a hand to her mouth.

Duncan waits patiently until she begins to speak again.

"I was… on the ground, surrounded."

Duncan's brows draw together. "By whom?" He asks.

Swallowing, she shakes her head. "I...I don't know. I didn't recognize most of them. Just the ones who attacked me before."

"Ana…" Duncan feels a surge of affection for the poor girl and reaches out to touch her hand. Immediately, she recoils, his eyes wide.

"No!"

As Duncan slowly stands, Ana steps back and self-consciously looks down. "Sorry…"

"It's okay…" He says gently. "What did they do to you?"

Forcing herself to look at him, she feels the shame lance through her. "Daniel and Roy were mad that I denied their advances. They knew who I was… I denied them but Daniel ordered them to grab me then…." She looks away once more, her voice trailing off to illustrate what she couldn't say.

Duncan's hands ball at his side. "Ana, I will ask you only once, so we are clear about what happened tonight…" He says, keeping his voice low in case anybody was eavesdropping. "Were you raped?"

Shaking, Ana looks up at him with tears in her eyes before letting out a strangled sob. She drops to her knees and puts her face in her hands as she weeps. Duncan kneels beside her but refrain from touching her. "Ana, I know this is difficult for you but I want to be clear…"

"I...I don't know." She blubbers. "I..it all happened so fast."

Rising to his feet once more, Duncan purses his lips while Ana recounts parts of the fight that she seen. Taking a blanket from Ana's old cot, he places it around Ana's shaking form. She jumps with a surprised squeak only to be met by Duncan reassuring her that she's safe. He offers her a hand.

"I'll need to speak with Alistair and Hawke. Perhaps they can fill in what you don't remember and we can get to the bottom of this." He frowns. "I promise you that I will not rest until those men are found and punished."

Sniffling, she looks up at him with bloodshot eyes, rimmed with red. "Good."