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."

Once, an ancient sorcerer, a Lector of Ta-Kemet (a curious, almost mirror reflection of Osirion), as many others, desired power, safety, and a shortcut to the journey and trials of the afterlife. As many others, he found the dark ritual that seems to serve that goal. Brewed a potion from the ashes of the dead archfiend Ysehiroroseth. And after drinking it, died as a mortal, and was reborn under a black sky with two red moons, as an undead fiend, known as Ag-Mummy, joining the ranks near the top fiendish hierarchy.

This was thousands of years ago. He does not remember any glimpse of his mortal life, knew nothing but the work of a Lesser Master. Coordinating soldiers, building etheric infrastructure, cultivating meat-slaves, buying the souls of mortals.
He was never kind, and saw mercy as weakness, a barrier toward the achievement of goals. He was evil, and all fiends were evil, and this was never a problem.
And yet the only thing he knew wasn’t right. No fiend wants to fight for the glory of the army, unless scared of the commander more than the enemy. No one wants to let go of power or resource, even if they do not truly benefit from it. Mortals try to get as much as possible from deals with Surivankholenk while giving them as little as possible, and never trust him, and they are right to, because he tries to give them as little as possible to.
And all that without mentioning the political power struggles and betrayals, over the position of legion general, and in one rare case, even the position of archfiend (after which the army finally lost any semblance of tactics or coherence).

In the negative space of what Surivatkholenk never saw, didn’t know how to express, a pattern started to emerge of the thing that Wasn’t This, of what the world should or could be. Of how power can grow without consuming itself, leaders and soldiers benefitting themselves, as they should, as any creature desires, without needlessly harming themselves or others. Not weak or merciful, and yet not cruel or jealous or hateful.

He was proven right, about the path of darkness being a dead end, when the rotting darkness of their kingdom was pierced by celestial armies of angelic knights, and previously enslaved mortals, and machines created by the science of free people. Dawn burning in the sky, onyx castle in ruins, the ground torn apart, archfiends powerless or destroyed.

He still didn’t know what his was right about, what he believed in, what to strive for other than Not That…until finding himself on the planet Golarion, and encountering the teachings of the Lawful Neutral god Abadar.

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"

"Nice...maybe...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?"

"Business, among other things, as soon as I adapt to the local context. Numbers, value, efficiency, resources, tools, strategies. Time is a resource, thoughts a resource, action a resource. That is the reason I don't waste them, making each second and each action useful.
The truly important considerations, though, are currently ones that I can't calculate on an abacus." his expression very distantly resembles a smile "Mainly, 'how would the government of Osirion treat me', 'how does Atonement affect undead', and 'how does Atonement affect fiends'".

"I hear you can pay the Ruby Prince to have the Government treat you better! As to Atonement, I would be interested in that Myself! I am a very Virtuous Badger! Which God would you Use?"

"Abadar, without doubt. Without doubt, assuming what I believe is true. Everything I learn about him seems more and more like the core of a principle I was seeking for my entire unlife, and it is doubtful my impression is wrong.
I don't know yet which alignment he could, or should, pull me towards."

"They are Reasonable People here but they Didn't Let me Name an Orphanage after my Friend. I am Not Sure if they are All they Can Be. Are you Planning to do this Soon?"

"Try the Atonement? No. Ask about it? Soon. There is a recursive problem of knowledge about the use of effort itself requiring effort. Asking the church about important matters requires money, which I do not have, but could have, if I took actions, which I am not sure are the right ones, ad am not fully sure of my goals at all, and there are obvious reasons to try keeping things secret and safe. Most of this could be solved if I took a small gamble, but the failure of such a gamble is destruction, so merely waiting few more days to be sure of my information seems like clearly the best approach."

"Would you Try for Good, or would go Neutral? I head Good is Very Tricky."

"It is a complicated question. Though almost certainly not Good.
Alignment itself is not my goal, my goal is efficiency, and Atonement, to my knowledge, requires a specific desire.
It is not certain it would work on a fiend, because while alignment of Prime-Elementa...of Outsiders can change," he saw it with his own eyes. An ancient Khigydjaya of Leng, thought extinct, a killing machine with 42 claws, now glowing with light, defined by duty, bodyguard to his shining Lady, venomous acid replaced by celestial grace! "this case is extremely rare. Atonement by itself could not cause it. And it requires a desire to change your alignment, a genuine distaste, as I understand, for the present one. And I do not regret being Neutral Evil, nor desire to not be Neutral Evil, merely desire to be able to act as if I am not.
Desire strongly enough to do so, if needed, which seems enough for a mortal. But maybe not for a fiend.
And undead seem almost certainly unable to leave Evilness. But that is not critical, all else being equal, Lawful Evil might suffice.
But if all goes well, Lawful Neutral is the goal. Because that is the alignment of Abadar, and Abadar is the nexus for the strategy and ideology of maximal benefit. Goodness is not required for maximal benefit."

"I Suppose! I have Not been Very Impressed with the Good People I have Met."

“I am generally fond of Good people - I indeed was Good myself, until quite recently, and my… close companion is still. What have you found unimpressive?”

Arodeline's coming back into the room. "It is very difficult to do good, because one must weigh all options and take the best. Aroden said that most men shouldn't really set out to do good, and instead try to achieve and reach the future."