Skalathrax rolled his eyesin exasperation. He wouldnt have tried to stop the uppity elf, but he would have been able to advise her. He recalled his 4th law of Magics, 'If there is one present who knows more than you, heed his advice. This will often avoid repeats of such incidents as Tommy Bulger being devoured by the Infernal Lord he summoned when trying to cast Magic Missile. Wasnt that fun boys and girls?'
In retrospect, he thought, it was more of a generalized 'you're all idiots' than an actual law. He debated telling the elf about it as she tried to activate the ring again.

*Huh? WTH?*

my axe forged in the volcano of mjoldir strenghtend by an elven blacksmith special forge techniks
blessed by a druid of the human world and increased its strenght and durabilety by a dwarven spell on it
but when not in the hands of his owner just another axe nothing special exept for its size and weight

now lying there while gale is glowing like u see energy from the ring in her it is scary very scary to see such a transformation
u almost barely recognise gale in it but it is her

bull?bull!BULL!!!
elf i came here to help u in this quest and true u have seen a dark side of me.......*looks at gale right in the eyes*
you elfs are all the same u all think u are the example of purety and perfect form to be
(raises his voice) do not call me ever and i mean ever a bull again,i may look like one but i am no dumb animal!!
i stand up straight,head held up high,looking right at Gale.
for a moment u saw hate in my eyes then i turned to skalatrax looked at him and turned away walking towards the tunnel
while mumbling...............magic..................think there better then me...............calling me an animal.............disgust.......usefull
then i disappear out of sight since i was so far in to the tunnel

"Whats gotten into you...Gale? You seem unnaturally angry. Cave getting to you?"
Skalathrax winked at the eastern warrior. "Oh, and you've five seconds to get out of earshot before I begin peppering you with fireballs."

Well so far they have been all doing hot headed bullocks grunts here and there, is this how they want to proceed in the task ahead. The undead seems way more confident in its ability.

Well its a bit dark in the tunnel, I look around for a torch or some thing to burn so that we could have some more light around here, *ignoring skalatrax and his antagonistic stand*. I hope there is a way to find which direction we need to go.

The wind blows may be that will guide us which way we should proceed. I pick-up some dust and release my fist slowly to see which way the wind is blowing. The direction the wind is flowing must be the exit. We go the opposite direction of that, I bet there we will find some establishments.

Now which way is the wind blowing?

Skalathrax frowned at the elf as she strode off. While he agreed with the elf on the irrelevance of the names of the rest of the party, she was acting very strangely. He considered using a detect evil on her to determine whether or not she was possessed by the ring, but decided against it. If the elf was possessed then he could deal with it in time. For the moment, he decided, he would examine the ring. With a muttered incantation he summoned a ball of steady luminesence and held it over the ring, examining it for runes or markings, gems and features, for an indication of its powers and origin.

[Skalathrax is well travelled and centuries old. ILPY, if this ring has a name or is anything more than a macguffin then he should be able to glean some indication at least of what it does.]