Algur prepared for the ball, hiring staff and security to help manage the event. He knew guests would consider it quite strange for both Tawarth and himself to not be present at the party, so he prepared enough distractions and entertainment for the dull-minded rich folk to take their minds off the host.
It would be a lavish party, as was usuall, and there was no trouble in funding it. As he watched the decorations go up, the food being prepared, and the entertainment being prepared, he looked towards it in a way of saying goodbye. He let go of the manor he had managed for so many years, knowing that it could all be gone by tomorrow.
Thinking of the destruction that was likely to occur that night, he let go of any minor worries he had. The Keesecave was gone, all important documents were destroyed, and the crooks would be blindly walking into their own folly. He felt pleased that it wound up being this way. Justice would be served, at little cost.
He prepared some of his own personal belongings, and headed for the door as the first few guests were arriving for the ball. He gave them his sincerest apologies for both himself and on his master's behalf, saying that he must be heading to Termina to assist Tawartion in urgent business. The guests nodded in understanding, not seeing through Algur's guise.
In fact, Algur was heading to a safehouse in Kakariko, where he would have protection for himself, as Tawarth had made sure he would have. He departed with haste from the manor, riding Noir to the safehouse in Kakariko.
When he arrived at the safehouse, disguised as a poor old refugee man, he was protected by the skilled, watchful owners of the place, who had no idea who he really was. He knelt by his bed, and prayed silently to the goddesses for their blessing on Tawarth, himself, and the party, and that all would be in their favour.