"Well they Keep trying to Kill Me."

“That is incredibly rude of them. Is that still an issue?”

"I have not Met any Good people Here yet. I am a New Immigrant to This Country."

Surivatholenk has plenty of hypotheses about the nature of Good people, and their motivation towards killing, but no evidence to distinguish between them (and is also a new immigrant to the country). He stays quiet.

"We do have an a good undead gentleman in the club- Lord Evanith, who I believe is sometimes even reading neutral, despite the prejudices of Pharasma. We're all quite impressed."

"How Interesting!"

"Since I'll be showing you the front reading room anyway, why don't I introduce you?"

It's a large building, and the front reading room is concealed in the front of the building, with a permanent illusion of the view from outside. 

One of the armchairs is occupied by a lich clad in a simple black robes. You could call the robes a bit stereotypical, but saying such things to liches tends to decrease one's quality-adjusted life expectancy.

Evanith has a book layed out on a desk in front of the armchair, and is remaining perfectly still: nary a ripple crosses the robes. Suddenly a bony finger shoots out to gently turn the page, after which the perfect stillness resumes.

Coming to a decent breaking-point, Evanith closes the book and looks towards the new visitor. The total stillness breaks. Evanith's motions become fluid, if not graceful, as the lich deliberately performs the tiny movements that the living do without thinking: it tends to put people at ease, at least compared to the perfect economy of movement that is natural for most skeletal undead. Decades of practice have allowed Evanith to appear indistinguishable from a living person -- or they would, if not for the lack of skin.

"Good day, Miss Thackeray." Evanith's tone of voice is cordially polite, but little is discernible beyond that: the accent isn't quite from here but it's not obviously from elsewhere either, the pronunciation is precise but not pedantic, and the pitch lies right in the middle of the human vocal range. "Is this a guest here, or a prospective member?"

She bows respectfully. "Lord Evanith. Harià here is a free-willed undead, newly independent, and is considering applying to join our little fraternity. Harià- well, I'm terrible at introductions, but suffice to say, Evanith has a *Special Interest that you might be interested in. 

(*It's a single word in Utopian)

"Yes I Hear you are the Good Lich?"

"I do not know if I am Good from a metaphysical perspective", Evanith hedges, "but I do rather dislike suffering, and I make efforts to reduce it in the world." The new visitor has Evanith's complete attention. "What are you intending to do with your newfound freedom, Harià? Do you have any particular plans yet?"

Discussion of the merits of a Lich's Special Interests is Banned. "I haven't Decided Yet, though Us Badgers may Choose to Reestablish our Magic Item Business. Might I ask how one Reduces Suffering Nowadays?"

"I have dedicated my efforts towards events which involve a large amount of suffering or death in a brief amount of time, which are generally called Disasters." Evanith produces a map of the continent covered in small coloured pins. A legend on the side indicates their meaning: Fire, Flood, Enemies, Plague, Famine, and Other. "There are lots of different kinds of disaster, and some are more localized then others, but these are the approximate locations of disasters I have intervened in over the past seven-and-a-half years. I make a new map every decade. I have been improving. Over the last decade, when I intervened in a disaster I averted thirty percent of probable deaths. This decade so far my average has been thirty-two percent. It is harder to say what percentage of disasters I have intervened in, but it is most likely constant since my methodology for finding disasters has not changed."

"That is Quite Interesting! How does One intervene in the Case of Enemies without Making Enemies Oneself?"

"It is challenging, especially since the best ways to do it cause unacceptable suffering to one's would-be enemies." Evanith nodded slowly. "If both sides are mentally capable of suffering and holding grudges, I am frequently only able to intervene after a battle is over. Or I attempt to prevent the battle in the first place. Some bandits seek wealth, but many seek only food, and feeding them decreases bandits and suffering, without killing anyone." Evanith seems very pleased by that arrangement: it's a rare uncomplicated solution.

"But yourself? Why do you seek to join the Imperishable Brotherhood?"

"Well I used to Work with the Great Lady Eriape, who was a Lich Herself! But she was Captured by the Awful Government of Cheliax, and so I am All Alone."

"And Consequently I Need New Friends!"