An expedition sponsored by the Dilmun Club! The dream of every scholar of the exotic! You have urchins deliver a copy of your material to the valet in a satchel, trussed up tight. That evening, he knocks on your door. His lips are pulled back in a sour grimace. He spits, "The Dilmun Club is meeting in the upstairs room of the Bridge Without. You are invited to address them upon the matter of your academic background and suitability for certain dispensations that may be available to you." He spins on his black heel and is away.

The Bridge Without. That's the expensive drinking-hole in the Bazaar Side-streets. Best set about claiming these dispensations.