Ernest Roe

Ernest "Uncle" Roe is the old mayor of Canterbury Commons in Fallout 3.

Background
Roe was born in 2238. He founded the town of Canterbury Commons together with his sister, Daisy, and since then he has been the town's mayor and caravan manager. When his nephew Derek's parents were killed in separate raider attack, Roe took him in and raised him.

<!-- Are you all right? You aren't hurt, are you? I'd like to apologize for the rude welcome. Those two have been a bit of a, um, problem lately. Name's Roe. Uncle Roe, to most. Welcome to Canterbury Commons... for what that's worth.

What was all that about? Who were those people? The, um... Mechanist and the AntAgonizer. That's just what they call themselves. Ridiculous, I know... A while ago, we were attacked by the AntAgonizer - that woman with the ants, obviously. The Mechanist saved the town with his robots. That was all well and good, but I swear their fights are getting bigger, and it's been driving off the merchants. They simply won't leave!

I might be able to help. Oh that's terrific! I knew you'd help out. Knew it in my gut, and it's never steered me wrong on a deal, yet! Find where the AntAgonizer and the Mechanist hide, and convince them to stop or otherwise end their hostility, and you'll earn 200 caps. You only need to stop one of them, really. Nowadays, I think they only stay in Canterbury to fight each other.

Double that, and you've got yourself a deal. Hmm. You drive a hard bargain friend. But seeing how we haven't been able to solve the problem ourselves, fine. You got a deal. But I expect results! Oh, and please, do try to use some discretion. We already have plenty of would-be heroes starting wars in our streets. We don't need another.

What can you tell me about the AntAgonizer? One day there was a crazy woman leading a bunch of ants into town. She said humanity was dead and the ants would inherit the Earth. Stuff like that. Well, that gave Dom plenty of time to line up a shot or two on the ants. She ran away, but every once in a while, she'd stage an "attack" again. {{Tooltip|She wasn't much of a threat, then. In fact, she was sort of entertaining, at first. Gave everyone in town something to talk about. But when the Mechanist started fighting her, things got bad. Ants are easy to shoot, but add robots with lasers, and it got real nasty.

What can you tell me about the Mechanist? The Mechanist used to be our town mechanic. Scott Wollinksi, quiet guy, but plenty fierce with a wrench and some solder. {{Tooltip|Guy used to take care of a robot that protected the town... until it got torn up in one of the AntAgonizer's lame little attacks. I guess he took it personal, because he made a mechanical suit and called himself the Mechanist. Said he would lead a robot army to fight her.|A little sympathetic to the Mechanist's loss.}} Now he doesn't even respond to his name, and his "robot army" is more dangerous to the town than the ants ever were.

Know anything else that could help me stop them? {{Tooltip|My nephew Derek might know more about them. I swear, it's all I can do to keep him from running into the fight whenever they come out.|trying to be polite but is done talking about it}} {{Tooltip|He might know more about where you can find them, but don't encourage the poor boy. He's had enough close calls!|sternly trying to protect the boy from getting caught up in trouble}}

{{Tooltip|With all of that fighting, I never got to give you the official welcome to the town, did I?|A little like a ringleader of a circus}} Welcome to Canterbury Commons, home of traders, caravaners, and most of all, of excellent bargains! Here for business or pleasure?

I'm all business. What types have you got to offer? Damn near all of 'em, depending on which caravan's in town! Guns, armor, food, junk, pretty much everyone swings by the old circle, eventually. {{Tooltip|Everyone but Slavers, that is. It's a hassle to transport their wares, as they say. Just as well, eh? Anything else I can do to welcome you to town?|Not entirely unsympathetic to the slavers}}

I took care of both of them. There won't be any more fighting in the streets. That's grand! I do believe it's fair to say you've saved Canterbury. And unlike that Mechanist, you did so with significantly less stress all around! Now, I do believe this is our agreed upon payment for your fine services rendered. And a little bonus, as a special thank-you!

What can you tell me about Canterbury Commons? {{Tooltip|Hah! Damn near everything, I suspect! I founded the place myself, and I'm the reason this place stays fat and happy.|Bursting with pride}}

Why do the traders come here? Because I asked them to, I suspect. I grew up in these trade caravans; known most of them my whole life. I founded this place with my sister Daisy, back in the day. Perfect stop along the caravan circuit.

How organized are the traders? They're just small caravans that make rounds through the Wastes, hawking their wares from Paradise Falls to Rivet City. They won't trade with anyone who's hit their friends, but that's about as organized as they get.

Have you thought about organizing the traders into a unified group? {{Tooltip|I had thought about it, but some of these Wasteland traders... well, they aren't exactly the organizational type.|Trying to be nice in his criticism, as a euphemism for "they're nuts"}} It'd take a pretty savvy businessman to make it worth their while to work together. Frankly, I'm not sure even I'm up to the task!

That's a real shame. I have all these caps, and nowhere to spend them... {{Tooltip|That... That certainly is quite a lot of caps. It really would be a shame for those to go to waste, wouldn't it I suppose I can call in a few favors with the caravans, talk with them about their inventory. Must keep the customers happy, right?|Palpable greed}} So, you just let me know what you'd like to see from the caravans, and I'll let them know what to focus on.

Let's talk about armor. Our man Crow handles most armor and clothing out on the trail. He grew up a tribal, but he traded in his loincloth for much snappier apparel long ago.

Let's talk about armor. What sort of clothing and armor would you like to see from Crow?

He should expand his inventory. It takes a fair amount of capital to expand into higher quality material, you know. Improving Crow's wardrobe would require a one-time investment of, say, 200 caps.

He should expand his inventory. Crow's armor is already rather extensive, but I'm sure it could be even more impressive... for a one time investment of 500 caps.

He should expand his inventory. At this point, the merchandise of our man Crow is the best in the Wasteland. I fear it's beyond improvement with further investments.

Can you repair something for me? We used to have a better mechanic, but that didn't work out so well. I'll see what I can do.

Anything to trade around here? You can usually find one of the trade caravans at the entrance to town. They come through every day or two. Other than them, Porter's always got food for sale down at the diner.

Do you have any traders that deal with miscellaneous goods? That'd be Crazy Wolfgang: he does repairs and general supplies. But he prefers to call himself a "junk dealer." {{Tooltip|As he says, he's "overjoyed to assist those who have a deep need for his... junk." He's just like that. Says it catches people's attention.|Aware and mildly embarrassed by the innuendo.}}

Can he offer a wider variety of junk? With an investment of about 200 caps, I'm sure he could improve the quality of his materials. Or at least, offer more of them.

He should offer even more junk. At this point, it would require another pack brahmin to carry his wares. But for 500 caps, I think he could offer more.

He should expand his wares further. At the moment, Wolfgang's practically carrying an entire junkyard with him. Anything more, and he'll have trouble with the "traveling" part of being a traveling salesman.

Let's talk about food and chems. Ah, then you'll be wanting Doc Hoff. Or "the good doctor," as he prefers. He prescribes everything from a good meal to stimpaks to things that'll make your brain get up and dance.

He should expand his inventory. The good doctor's lab equipment isn't cheap. It'll cost about 200 caps for him to offer higher quality material.

He should expand his inventory further. At this point, it would be hard to improve Doc's medicine cabinet without a significant investment. Say, 500 caps should suffice for him to offer a whole cornucopia of pharmacopoeia.

He should expand his inventory. As much as it hurts me to say it, there's really only so much that money can buy. The good doctor's supply cannot be improved at this point.

Let's talk about weapons. Then you'd be looking for Lucky Harith, adventurer, martial artist, and occasional collector of the most deadly items known to mankind. He's a bit of an eccentric, but he deals in more weaponry than you can shake a sharp stick at. In fact, he's probably got a sharp stick, too.

He should expand his inventory. Harith's got quite a lot of weapons, but I'm sure he could improve his stock. An investment of 200 caps should see to that nicely.

He should expand his inventory further. If Harith were a less-reputable man, I'm sure he could use his armory to collect even more weapons. But he's a merchant, not a raider, so it's legitimate means only. Like a legitimate investment of 500 caps.

That's a good investment. Here's 200 caps. Excellent! Harith will be delighted! He usually is by most things, really.

He should expand his inventory. That simply isn't feasible, I'm afraid. Harith's gear already rivals some mercenary armies - anything further would be asking for trouble.

That's a good investment. Here's 500 caps. An investment in weaponry is usually returned in short order, after all. I'll inform Harith.

Where do the caravans set up? When they're in town, you can find the caravan trader out front of the town. They say it's a good way to catch a visitor's eye.

Where can I get some food? You'll want to talk with Joe Porter, over in Dot's Diner. I don't know who Dot was, but I'm sure Porter's food does her memory proud!

How organized are the traders? Quite organized, now. Thanks to your guidance, of course! They still travel independently, but I keep track of their investments and such. They make more profits, and supplies get to those that need them most, so everyone wins. Such is the magic of economics!

You still offering that job? {{Tooltip|I sure am. Two hundred caps, if you can find where the AntAgonizer and the Mechanist hide, and get them to end their pointless fighting in town.|like a slick car salesman}} You only need to stop one of them, really. Nowadays, I think they only stay in Canterbury to fight each other. So, what do you say?

I took care of the Mechanist. There won't be any more fighting in the streets. {{Tooltip|Excellent! Without him, the AntAgonizer should be on her way, and Canterbury Commons is safe again! Relatively speaking, of course.|like a slick car salesman}} Now, I do believe this is our agreed upon payment for your fine services rendered. Thank you, once again!

I took care of the AntAgonizer. There won't be any more fighting in the streets. {{Tooltip|Excellent! Without her, the Mechanist should be on his way, and Canterbury Commons is safe again! Relatively speaking, of course.|like a slick car salesman}} Now, I do believe this is our agreed upon payment for your fine services rendered. Thank you, once again!

Business. My business. So mind your own. Understood, understood. A man doesn't get to be my age without learning when not to pry. Long as your business doesn't hurt ours, you're welcome to stay. Otherwise... Well, there's no need to get into unpleasantness, is there?

Pleasure's hard to come by out here. What's on tap? Most of the caravans that come through, their fondest desire is to spend a few days off the road and to get a full stomach. {{Tooltip|We've got good food in the diner, and we try to keep it nice and peaceful here. When that's an option, of course.|Frustrated that it's not always an option.}}

My business and pleasure are the same. And you're not going to like either. In that case, perhaps you ought to leave town, stranger. {{Tooltip|That'd save Dom the cost of ammo, and it'd save you the cost of being dead. Now, good day.|Projecting a tough facade.}}

Neither. Just wandering through, Roe. In that case, I'm sure you'll find it was providence that brought you here! Why, have a talk with any trader in town, and I'm sure you'll find just the thing you didn't even realize you needed!

I think I get the picture. Anytime, my friend. I could talk about my little Canterbury 'till doomsday. {{Tooltip|Course that came and went already, didn't it?|Jovial and joking}}

Let's talk about armor. I'm afraid I haven't heard from Crow for a while, now. I'm afraid he may have fallen victim to foul play.

Take my advice -- it can be done with only 100 caps. Well, your financial advice has never steered us wrong before. Done!

That's a good investment. Here's 200 caps. Excellent! I'll send word to Crow right away.

That's a good investment. Yes, it is. But if you don't have the capital, it'll have to wait, I'm afraid.

With my guidance, it can be done with only 250 caps. Hmm. I suspect you're right. Done!

That's a good investment. Here's 500 caps. Isn't it, though? I'll send this right along to Crow.

That's a good investment. Pricey, but worth it. Perhaps you can do so later, when you have the proper funds on hand.

Let's talk about food and chems. I'm afraid the good doctor hasn't reported in for quite a while. Quite unfortunate, really.

Let's talk about food and chems. What sort of better living would you like from the good doctor's chemistry?

Take my advice, it can be done with only 100 caps. Well, your financial advice has never steered us wrong before. Done!

That's a good investment. Here's 200 caps. Excellent! I'll send word to the good doctor right away.

That's a good investment. Yes, it is. But if you don't have the capital, it'll have to wait, I'm afraid.

With my guidance, it can be done with only 250 caps. Hmm. I suspect you're right. Done!

That's a good investment. Here's 500 caps. Isn't it, though? I'll send this right along to him.

That's a good investment. Pricey, but worth it. Perhaps you can do so later, when you have the proper funds on hand.

Let's talk about odds and ends. No word from Crazy Wolfgang for some time now. With him, it could mean anything, but I don't have a good feeling about it.

Let's talk about odds and ends. I'm sure Crazy Wolfgang would be just delighted to hear we're discussing his junk.

Take my advice -- it can be done with only 100 caps. Well, your financial advice has never steered us wrong before. Done!

That's a good investment. Here's 200 caps. Excellent! I'll see to it right away.

That's a good investment. Yes, it is. But if you don't have the capital, it'll have to wait, I'm afraid.

With my guidance, it can be done with only 250 caps. Hmm. I suspect you're right. Done!

That's a good investment. Here's 500 caps. Isn't it, though? I'll inform Wolfgang immediately.

That's a good investment. Pricey, but worth it. Perhaps you can do so later, when you have the proper funds on hand.

Under my organization, they'd see better profits and more bargaining power. My, my! When it comes to sales, I can see even I've got a few things I could learn from you! Well, in that case, I can act as your representative to the caravans. They'll listen to me, and I'll listen to you. Just let me know what you suggest in the way of specialties, and I'll let them know to focus on that area.

Working together would allow specialization in sales, for more reliable profits. Hmm... I think you're right. And the specialization might play to their eccentricities. It could work! And I could act as their representative in this matter. Goodness knows, I've known them for years, so I should be able to speak for them. Just let me know what you suggest in the way of specialties, and I'll let them know to focus on that area.

Oh, I'm sure a charismatic fellow like you can get them to follow your lead. {{Tooltip|Madam, you flatter me! I'm but a humble man of this small community.|Flustered and flattered}} But, since it's a trader community, I suppose I can call in a few favors with the caravans. I suppose I am rather persuasive in that way. So, you just let me know what you'd like to see from the caravans, and I'll let them know what to focus on.

Couldn't they make more money if they worked together? Maybe, but if they were more closely organized, the costs of organization might outweigh the benefits. The economics of this sort of trading operation can be rather more complex than your standard store in a settlement, sadly.

I suppose you're right. Best to let them stay independent. I agree wholeheartedly. I'd hate to unduly burden a dedicated entrepreneur.

Let's talk about weapons. Lucky Harith kind of dropped off the map. Or, knowing his wares, he may have burnt a whole straight through it.

Let's talk about weapons. What sort of death-dealing implements would you like to see from Harith?

Take my advice -- it can be done with only 100 caps. Well, your financial advice has never steered us wrong before. Done!

That's a good investment. Yes, it is. But if you don't have the capital, it'll have to wait, I'm afraid.

With my guidance, it can be done with only 250 caps. Hmm. I suspect you're right. Done!

That's a good investment. Pricey, but worth it. Perhaps you can do so later, when you have the proper funds on hand.

You seem to be pretty calm, considering there was just war in your streets. {{Tooltip|That must be the twentieth time I've seen those two go at it. They're our problem citizens: the Mechanist and the AntAgonizer.|like a slick car salesman. A little embarrassed to say the names "Mechanist" and "AntAgonizer".}} A while ago, we were attacked by the AntAgonizer -- that woman with the ants, obviously. The Mechanist saved the town with his robots. That was all well and good, but I swear their fights are getting bigger, and it's been driving off the merchants. They simply won't leave!

I'm just passing through. Don't bug me with your problems. {{Tooltip|Please, we really do need someone to stop the Mechanist and the AntAgonizer. We can pay!|A little desperate}} They've been using this town as their battlefield, and now some of the merchants are avoiding us! If something isn't done, the town will be ruined!

How much would a solution be worth to you? {{Tooltip|200 caps, if you can find where the AntAgonizer and the Mechanist hide, and convince them to stop their rivalry or otherwise stop fighting.|like a slick car salesman "otherwise" is suggesting to kill them}} You only need to stop one of them, really. Nowadays, I think they only stay in Canterbury to fight each other. So, what do you say?

I don't give a damn. I'm interested in finding supplies. {{Tooltip|Well, I suppose that's something. Canterbury Commons is known for its trading supplies. For now, at least.|covering up for his disappointment that the player won't help them}} Enjoy your stay. But if you find yourself low on caps, my offer still stands.

I'll do it. {{Tooltip|Great! I'm relieved to know the situation will be quickly resolved. Let me know if I can be of assistance to you. Oh, and please, do try to use some discretion. We already have plenty of would-be heroes starting wars in the streets. We don't need another.|like a slick car sales man}}

Maybe later. I've got things to attend to. {{Tooltip|Fine. You're a man who puts his own business before that of others. I can understand that. But, if you change your mind. You let me know.|like a slick car salesman}}

GREETING Whew! You wouldn't believe how much trouble those two have caused in this town. We've been looking for someone to get rid of them for a long time. But you just walked in and cleaned up the town, easy as you please! We're in your debt, that's for sure. {{Tooltip|I'm mayor of Canterbury Commons, think of me as your own Uncle Roe. And take this, as our thanks for cleaning up the town.|Warm and hearty}}

{{Toltip|Ah, new in town? Welcome to Canterbury Commons, home of traders, home of caravaners, and most of all, home of excellent bargains!|A little like a ringleader of a circus}} I'm Ernest Roe, but feel free to think of me as your jolly old Uncle Roe. What brings you to my fine, little town? Here for business, or pleasure?

What can old Uncle Roe do for you, today?

CCGuardTalk1		Good to hear it. I'm not giving up this whole "living" habit, not at my age. Keep it up. DialogueCa_CCGuardTalk1_0005BA1F_1 Conversation	CCGuardTalk1	CCGuardTalk1		Well, you be sure to let us know when we are, all right? DialogueCa_CCGuardTalk1_0005BA20_1 Conversation	CCMentor2	CCMentor2		Well, have any big plans for the day? DialogueCa_CCMentor2_0005BA17_1	A little desperate to get a response Conversation	CCMentor2	CCMentor2		You never know what the day may hold, eh boy? DialogueCa_CCMentor2_0005BA18_1	A little desperate to get a response Conversation	CCMentor2	CCMentor2		Well, no worries. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting, eh? But not too exciting, I hope! Ha! DialogueCa_CCMentor2_0005BA19_1	A little desperate to get a response Conversation	CCMentor2	CCMentor2		Well, there's always tomorrow, isn't there? At least, one hopes, eh? Ha! DialogueCa_CCMentor2_0005BA1A_1	A little desperate to get a response

Conversation	HELLO	HELLO		Evening! Get a lot of work done today, boy? DialogueCa_HELLO_0005BA79_1 Conversation	HELLO	HELLO		How're you doing, boy? Is everything all right? DialogueCa_HELLO_0005BA7A_1 Conversation	HELLO	HELLO		Hello, Dom. Everyone behaving themselves? DialogueCa_HELLO_0005BA7B_1 Conversation	HELLO	HELLO		Dom. Any news I should be worried about? DialogueCa_HELLO_0005BA7C_1

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Quests

 * The Superhuman Gambit
 * Merchant Empire

Appearances
Ernest Roe appears only in Fallout 3.

Bugs

 * If you are a female player and meet Ernest Roe in Canterbury Commons and ask to help out with the AntAgonizer and Mechanist problem, which would start The Superhuman Gambit, but tell him you want to wait, it appears as he refers to you as a man even though you are playing as a woman.
 * His exact response is "[…] You're a man who puts his own business before that of others. […]" It's the only response, without a gender check. In this case "man" should be interpreted as "guy" or "human being".
 * Sometimes the marker that leads you to him might lead you out of the map (ex: north past Rebuplic of Dave), thus making it impossible to finish the quest.