Riff's demands were surprisingly light, considering how cool and calculating he came across. Lyon had never personally placed going after Order's servants on his agenda, unless they lived in the Upper Plate, but he didn't really see a problem with helping Riff out with them every now and then.
He turned to face Riff and crossed his arms.
"Agreed," he said. "My conditions are that I am to pick the targets. We'll conduct our correspondences through mail. You live in the Upper Plate, so it's not easy for you to get down to communicate with me, and I have no cell phone so I can't contact you on the go. Instead, I'll send you a letter the night before we are to act. I expect you to be prompt unless you find a way to get a response to me saying that you cannot comply. Lateness will not be tolerated. If you're late, you might as well not show up at all. You're free to send me whatever information you please, but I'm to have the final say in whether or not we're going to go after that person or not.
In exchange, you have full say on which Order servants you would like us to deal with. Oh, and, we only act at night. I figured that was common sense, but I don't want any details to be misconstrued. This is a business negotiation, after all."
Lyon felt his demands were fair. Choosing the targets placed most of the power in his hands with regards to who would die, and it eliminated the chance for Riff to hijack things and make Lyon attack people that didn't deserve it. The Order servants detail made him feel a little uneasy, but he had to give Riff something, otherwise it wouldn't exactly be fair.