{Yes, the idea of poor Centaurs being amputated does put a damper on things. He lets out a small sigh of relief and allows himself a rest, sitting in a large chair.}

I would have shown the men responsible the same courtesy. They might as well cut the wings off of a bird or tear the nose from a fox! They could spend time in the Greenwood without their arms and see how long they could survive.

I'm fairly sure I would just let them perish.