Grimfaar is a short but still surprisingly sturdy dwarf, despite his apparent old age. His almost leather-like skin is wrinkled, weather-beaten and tanned after many long days spent upon the open roads. He seemingly walks about freely most of the time, but some days are without a doubt worse than others, which may keep him down. Aching knees, feet and a bad back is something he struggles with every day, and yet he marches on with great determination or perhaps just pure stubbornness.

His hair is long and grey, and heavily tangled into something that would pass for crude dreads that fall down a fair bit over his shoulders, when he lets out its full length. However, it is also quite visibly receding and considerably thinner upon his forehead, yet another sign of the many years that lay behind him. The beard is knitted into two braids and somewhat shorter than many of his longbearded brethren, and it has taken on a silvery-white tone, in contrast to the slightly darker hair.

His travel garb is quite dusty and has definitely seen better days. The seams and fabrics are heavily worn and torn, which has resulted in several patched and repaired spots that seems to have been made in a hurry and with unskilled hands.