Gosta is a reed-thin man with a complexion the color of old parchment, suggesting years spent away from the Phandalin sun. His most striking feature is a pair of pale, silver-grey eyes that seem to dart with an independent intelligence behind thick, round-rimmed spectacles. He moves with a frantic, bird-like energy, his hands constantly fluttering to adjust his glasses or smooth his ink-stained apron. Unexpectedly, he possesses a pair of heavy, military-grade leather boots that are kept polished to a mirror shine, a stark contrast to his otherwise dusty and neglected attire. When he is nervous, which is often, he smells faintly of ozone and dried lavender.