As Duncan spoke with Alistair about everything that happened, Ana and Hawke quietly sat across from each other in the small area of the Warden Commander's tent, adjacent to Duncan's living area. It had been at least an hour since they both spoke to him and were acted to wait; each internally blaming themselves for what had transpired. Finally, Nate clears his throat.

"I know you may not want to discuss it right now, which is fine…" He begins, glancing up at her as she hunches forward clutching the balled up robe on her lap. "But I just want to tell you how sorry I am."

Whether it was all the excitement or the need to drift away into slumber and forget about everything, Ana could feel the wariness setting in. She hugs the robe closer, without turning to face him.

"What do you mean?"

"This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let you leave my tent." He frowns. "I should have just let you stay while I slept in Carver's tent nearby. Had I not had you wait outside…."

Ana's head snaps in his direction. "Because I ran away?" Tears well up in her eyes. "Nate, that was not on you. I was the one who let my pride get the better of me."

"You were embarrassed because of how I reacted. Had I been more mindful…"

The nearby flap separating Duncan's living space and the little room opens and a solemn looking Alistair steps through. He awkwardly clears his throat before glancing at Ana. Immediately she turns away from him, clutching the robe closer to her chest as though it could shield her from her brother-warden's sympathetic gaze. "Ana, Duncan wishes to speak with you again."

Her brows furrow as she stares at the ground. "Why? I've already told him everything."

Alistair shrugs. "He didn't say."

Rising from her perch, Ana casts a glance at Nate before quickly walking around Alistair and ducking through the flap. Instantly she's met by not only a tired-looking Duncan but the same elderly mage that attended to her after losing her child during the Joining. Ana looks between them.

"What's going on?" She asks, her gaze shifting between the two people before her. "Alistair said you wished to speak with me again?"

Duncan nods. "I do." He motions off to the side. "I believe you've met Wynne."

Ana nods before turning her attention back to Duncan. "I've told you everything I remember."

Duncan's expression softens. "I know. I've called Wynne here to examine you for any other...injuries and so you can speak with somebody about what happened."

Looking back at Wynne, Ana's face burns. "I'm fine. I… I'm just a little banged up."

"Ana," Wynne steps forward, approaching the younger woman with caution as she senses her tense up. "You've been through a lot recently. It would do you well to speak with somebody."

As Duncan calls Hawke and Alistair back, Wynne leads Ana out of the tent and back toward the infirmary.

Both men return and Alistair glances around anxiously. "Where's Ana?" He asks.

Duncan waves away his question. "Don't worry about that right now. Our current objective is to find these men who attacked and ensure they are punished." He turns his attention to Nate, his gaze stern. "You may go back to bed. Alistair and I will deal with this from this moment on."

Duncan turns an strides back toward his bed. Alistair starts toward the entrance while Hawke stays put. "That's it?" He snips. "A woman within your ranks was sexually assaulted and you just dismiss us?"

Sighing, Duncan turns to glare at him. "As the leader of the Wardens here at Ostagar, I have made my my decision. You need not worry yourself any further." He waves them off once more. "Goodnight."

Before Hawke can argue further, two guards appear on either side of him. He huffs and swivels around, the guards in tow.

The torches nearby flicker with the early autumn breeze as the wardens, blurry-eyed and confused from being summoned from their sleep, assemble in the dark training field. Duncan's eyes narrow. "Do you recognize anyone from the assault, Alistair?" He asks. The younger warden's gaze moves across the ranks, attempting to fight past the massive headache that had settled in. In all honesty, the memory of what the men looked like was fuzzy given the adrenaline pumping through his veins during the action. His eyes moved in the direction of the main encampment, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Not yet." He sighs. His gaze flickers back toward his mentor. "Where's Ana? Shouldn't she also be here to help identify the men? She was the actual victim."

Duncan shakes his head. "She's been through enough without being retraumatized with the strain of seeing her attackers again. She needs to rest."

Alistair frowns at this but says nothing. Exhaling, he forces himself to focus. Trying his best to ignore the persistent pounding in his head, his gaze sweeps over the many faces, most which were turned away as they questioned the others as to the reason for the summons.

Stepping forward, Duncan calls his wardens to order. Immediately, everybody straightens and faces forward while their leader stares them down. "I imagine you are all wondering why I have summoned you here." He calls out, walking over to the last row. He glares at two men as they chat quietly between themselves before quickly averting their gaze and going quiet. Duncan waits a couple moments before continuing to walk around. "It has been brought to my attention that some of you have less than welcoming to some of our newest recruits, particularly a young woman who joined our ranks fairly recently." He pauses to look around at them. "On multiple occasions, a group of wardens have assaulted her and recently also attacked one of our own who tried to step in to help her. I will not stand for such behavior with our ranks." He balls his fists at his sides. "When I find out who was involved, I promise you that the darkspawn will be the least of your worries."

Alistair stands nearby watching his fellow wardens looking around uneasily at this.

Duncan sighs and runs a hand over his face and hair. "I know that many of you were recruited from less than respectable means but we are a brotherhood!" He says, his tone lighter. "As wardens, we make the ultimate sacrifice by taking part in the Joining in which we forge a bond and promise to fight and protect all those who are threatened by the darkspawn. The men and women you fight alongside are your family. Now is the time to step forward to bring those responsible to face justice."

Silence fills the space with the exception of the wind and sound of torches flickering. Duncan's face scrunches up into a sneer. "If need be, I will keep you here all night until I start getting names."

"Most of us were sleeping, Warden-Commander." One man says somewhere on the edge. "We're innocent in all this."

Circling the group, Duncan scans the row before finding the man who spoke. He strides up and stands toe to toe with the lad who visibly swallows as he averts his gaze. "I meant no offense."

"Do you think this is a joke, lad?" Duncan growls. Shifting, he points back at Alistair who's bruised face looks even more damaged in the light of the torches. "Does what happened to your fellow brother-warden look like a joke to you?"

The man ashens and mutters that it does not while Alistair feels the heat rise from having multiple people look at him. Duncan glares at the man before moving down the ranks once more "Then I suggest that people better start talking and soon."

Despite the tent being warm, Ana shivered on her cot while staring warily at the entrance.

"You can relax, child." Wynne softly says as she appears with steaming cup. She perches herself on the edge of the bed and hands it to the younger woman. "You're safe now. Nobody will harm you in here."

As she says this, Ana's eyes dart over to the templar standing in the corner. Wynne turns to look before sighing. "She will not hurt you. She is here as only a precaution since mages are to be watched at all times."

Ana stares after the templar curiously. While she knew that the templars accepted women into their ranks, it was rare to actually see one. Even so, Ana still worried that one of her attackers would actually be behind the full-faced templar helmet. She looks down at the amber colored liquid in the cup as she inhales a sweet yet unfamiliar scent. "What is this?"

"Tea. I put some poppy extract in it to help you sleep. I imagine with everything that's happened, you must be tired."

Ana stares at the glossy surface once more. "I'm afraid that I'll still see them." She mutters, just loud enough for Wynne to hear. "Even now I see them in my head. Their hands…" She cuts off as she feels shame once more overtake her. A tear slides down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away. Wynne reaches out to touch her leg.

"I know it'll be difficult, Ana. If it'll make you feel any better, I will stay right here at your side."

Admittedly, having somebody like Wynne watching over her did make her relax a little. With some urging from the older woman, Ana drank her tea and, within the hour, was fast asleep.