"Every month on the same day, he would arrive near the village. A man standing out from others, dressed like a rich man, yet riding no horse, accompanied by no-one and bearing nothing but his instruments and strange trinkets from far away lands. Far away from the luxuries of the cities.
He would always sit on the fence, singing poets and stories of lands beyond the children's imaginations, not to mention ours. At first we were wary of him, but now the children eagerly wait for his return each month to hear more stories. In fact, it's their favorite time of the month.
And just as fast as he appeared, he would soon again disappear back into the morning mists. nobody knows where he comes from, and nobody knows where he goes to."
Part of my personal Tales of Aeternia fantasy world project.