Leonhard takes his food with him to his room. He half-wanted to sleep outside, see the stars, and hopefully not worry about a spear through his throat while he was sleeping, but in the end, he would probably have to worry about it more...plus, Monobadger might not be particularly pleased if he tried.
So instead, he sorted through his clothes and costumes and props, and tried to see what might be useful in the coming days...
Leonhard was fairly sure he knew how the first murder would go. Or how it should go, at least. The psychologist dies, to show that intelligence is not everything, and because his talent would make solving the murders too easy, nowhere near dramatic enough. The murderer would likely turn out to be either the Historian or the Boxer. He wasn't sure which. The Boxer didn't seem as dumb as one would expect out of a character filling the role he did, and the Historian, while apparently easily driven to hysterics, didn't appear to have the brawn for it...but perhaps that would be exactly why he would be the first killer.
The Archer would eventually die to her own arrows, he was sure. Her talent was a double-edged sword; if anyone died to an arrow, she would be the first suspect. At the same time, since it was unlikely anyone else was all that proficient with a bow, she couldn't be blamed wrongly very easily, since the difference would probably be obvious. She would probably end up being killed with one of her own arrows, around the Third Act, he guessed. Irony, and all. By the Gamer, he suspected. He wasn't sure why. Maybe not.
But Leonhard was fairly sure who the last ones left would be. Or perhaps, who he hoped they would be. The Gamer, The Survivor, himself, and...he was not sure who the fourth would be. Perhaps that was for the best. His acting would be more authentic if he truly was surprised, after all. Always best to keep up the part...