Yellow-Robed Squire

The Yellow robed squire is a big and burly boar demon with curved red tusks, long red claws, little body hair save for his mane and as per his namesake clothed in sandy yellow robes. He is also very gluttonous, as he offers aid to the destined one with food as his reward.

Yellow-Robed Squire is part of the boar quest that leads to the secret area [Kingdom of Sahali](/kingdom-of-sahali). First you will need to find the drunken boar located in [Fright Cliff](/fright-cliff)'s Rockrest Flat. From the Shrine continue forward and past the [Spearbone](/spearbone). At the next area, the drunken boar will be sitting in the middle. Talk with him and he will require an item to sober up. Now head to [Yellow Wind Formation](/yellow-wind-formation)'s Windrest Bridge, and after the bridge turn left. Then around the end take a right and on the left you will see a small house you can enter and break a jar. Inside the jar is [Sobering Stone](/stone/sobering-stone), which you need to return to the boar guai in Rockrest Flat. After that the boar guai will move to [Crouching Tiger Temple](/crouching-tiger-temple)'s Temple Entrance. Head upstairs and take the second right. He will ask for a [Jade Lotus](/jade-lotus), which can be purchased from the [Keeper's Shrine](/keeper27s-shrine). Now you can go to where the boar guai was in Rockrest Flat. At his area turn right and you will see the Yellow-Robed Squire. If you posses [Arhat Gold Piece](/arhat-gold-piece), he will turn hostile. After he is defeated, he will ask you to follow him to the secret area [Kingdom of Sahali](/kingdom-of-sahali). To enter, just continue forward to the big gates after the fight and go inside. Upon its defeat, Yellow-Robe Squire will drop [Snout Mask](/snout-mask).

The Yellow robed squire is a relatively slow but strong boss who mainly uses his tusks and claws in battle, he will swipe with his claws in wide arcs and do a charging tusk thrust attack to knock he player back. He is capable of using sand magic in battle as well, summoning bursts of sand clouds to damage opponents and as a smokescreen to hide himself in. In the gauntlet of legends fight he is now capable of summoning sand swords to launch at players, his biggest sword attack deals a lot of damage so players must be careful whilst he charges it in battle.

In silken robes that flutter bright, A long-snouted guai with eyes alight. Drunk with joy, he sleeps on tombs forlorn, His spear and armor, gleam like dawn. Windy, searing sun, a vast waste. A headless monk and a yellow-robed squire rested together under a withered tree. The monk plucked at the strings of his Sanxian, his body swaying gently to and fro. "Enough," said the squire, rousing himself. "Let's have some peace." The monk's hand stilled. He edged away, then raised his hand to strum again. The squire hastily held out his drinking flask. "Have a drink?" "With what mouth? I ain't got a head." "Where is it?" "Didn't ye hear the song?" the monk answered himself. "Gone! Someone stole it." "You should've kept better watch on your head. The fault is your own." The monk turned away, making no answer. The squire drew a piece of gold from his robe and showed it to the monk. Though he had neither head nor eyes, the monk warned: "Mind how ye swing about such a prize. Could have the thieves eyeing ye." The squire waved a hand. "I don't have to worry. I'll come for you if it's filched." "Me?" "You're the only one I've shown it to. If it's gone, you will be the culprit." The monk gave a dry chuckle, at a loss for words. The squire gestured toward the horizon. "There's gold aplenty there. Why should you covet a mere sheet from me?" "I ain't after yer gold. But tell me, what gold lies there?" "You truly don't know? That was once a kingdom abundant with gold. Gold from the gilded Buddha statues, all stripped bare." "Even the gold on Buddha statues... Ye ain't a believer in karma then?" "Ha! All those golden Buddhas never brought them any favor. It is plain there is no such thing as karma." The monk fell silent. The squire sneered. Tipping his flask, he found it empty and then rose to his feet. "I'm to await someone at the bidding of my Brother. If you want more drink, come find me." He tucked the flask on the side. "I'll go scrape off more gold and trade it for a better brew. Then we can drink our fill!" The monk tried to stop him, so he played the Sanxian, singing a song of karmic justice. The squire paid him no mind. With a wave and a laugh, he strode away across the sands. The headless monk's heart weighed down with disquiet. The yellow-robed squire, however, went on his way, and the desert air rang long with the peals of his laughter.