Perhaps Eriape was a relatively sensible lich then.
Unless maybe this creature is still under long-term threnodic mind-control magic to only say good things about its creator? Although then it wouldn't want to start an independent business, it would be trying to follow some insane scheme to bring Eriape back at any costs and no matter how unlikely it would be to work.
Or perhaps Eriape wants Harià to act so as to make him and everyone else think she was kind to her now free former minions because the sorts of powerful wizards who become liches think in incomprehensible inside-out logic and ordinary inference doesn't work.

Never mind, can't learn anything in that direction.

"Third Circle is impressive!" His observations of wizards inform him that this is a polite thing for non-wizards to say. "Magic Item production is a valued industry" not by him but other people pay a lot for it "and you could likely find sufficient profit to support a workshop even if you find yourself alone, especially if you are willing to take on a few living apprentices." Third circle is probably low enough that Haria can't just make new undead badger apprentices, right?

"If you are underequipped for beginning anew after your flight I am sure our Brotherhood has suitable business partners willing to invest in your works, though I am not certain how much independence you could maintain borrowing another's workshop or reagents."

If this badger has only ever known one friendly lich it's going to get taken for a ride, isn't it? Well, that's Harià's problem, not his.

Haria is a very literate Badger, and lives her unlife mainly in letters. She knows that other liches are less nice, she's corresponded with some of them. Which reminds her, she needs to start writing to the Queen of Cheliax. It's possible she doesn't know how nice Eriape is and needs to be told, through the means of a daily missive. 

"I have Plenty of Money, having Control of Eriape's old Bank Accounts. Thank you for the Concern! What is Your Profession, if I may Ask?"

Irori, please guide this young creature into wisdom before it is torn to bits and sold as spell components.

"My apologies for the assumption, I meant no offense. We here are all of course entirely honorable however if you are in control of great wealth you may wish to consider being less forthcoming with that fact. There are certain types who would do terrible violence for the sake of a liches hoard, and if it no longer has a great lich like Eriape protecting it you may find yourself up against the same types who attacked her before.

I am an adventurer by profession, a monk by training. I kill things, mostly with my hands and my staff. If you are in need of martial aid, Sadegh is at your service" and he will give a polite bow.

Arodia tilts her head in a rather sardonic manner. "Sadegh, I couldn't imagine anyone at this club violating the Club Bylaws."

"Which"-in an aside to Haria-"prohibit any violations of the laws, as well as any violence or enchantment between members inside Sothis. On another note, not being as strong as Sadegh, I myself employ bodyguards. You might consider something similar."

A ghost floats in from the entrance, and blinks at the scene. She politely bows, apparently without thinking about it, and moves vaguely in the direction of Sadegh.

“A… new member?” she asks cautiously. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

Sometimes, a young woman goes off to fight demons at the Worldwound in search of levels.

Sometimes, said young women dies doing so, derailing all of her political plans. Sometimes, she is annoyed enough about this to come back, but not in a form that actually puts her plans back on track.

In hindsight, she probably should have bought resurrection insurance instead of a headband.

"Merely a potential member, Miss Kosal. Allow me to introduce Miss Haria to you. She comes to us from Cheliax, where there's been a recent change of government."

"Hello!"

"Miss Kosal- I'll leave you to introduce yourself, there's a blood delivery coming that needs careful supervision."

Surivatkholenk quietly enters, counting something on an abacus, and quietly sits, mostly ignoring everyone else. He was not asked questions, and doesn't have essential information to share, therefore talking would be Inefficient, and acting Inefficiently is the worst crime he can imagine.

"Oh, you must meet Surivatkholenk, he's nearly a lich and in business too. I'll be right back."

"Great to Make your Acquaintance, Mister Surivatkholenk!" 

Harià has been raised right, and is polite to liches. 

"Not exactly a lich." His voice is emotionless, and he doesn't move his eyes from the abacus "Not by the technical definition. No phylactery, for example. But colloquially, 'a powerful spellcaster who used a dark ritual to become undead'. Very long ago. And, currently, a fiend, by another technical definition. But that might, and hopefully will, change in the future."

"It is Nice to Achieve Outcomes in Line with your Goals! Am I Disturbing your Calculations, Sir? I can Return once they are Done"

"It is right...if you know what your goals trully are..." the answer is in the same voice, but very slow.

"My mind can keep track of both things at once. If you have information you wish to gain, you can ask away. My work is never truly done."

"What is Your Work, Sir? Are you in Business?"